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Billie Jean

Billie Jean was not my lover

She was just a girl that beat a boy

And showed the world that the other half of the sky

Was just as bright

That’s what happens when strong girls stand up to become great women

With indominable wills to fight

Same hands made to cradle

Can be a fist hard enough to beat back the wrong

And strong enough to hold back the night if he won’t hang her stars

Because angels can’t be heavenly through ceilings of glass

And stereotypes that last way past feminist ideals

Held victim to princess hopes and pink pony dreams

And then there was Billie Jean

That girl that was not my lover

But a mother and a sister

And always a daughter

A woman standing firm

Strong enough to beat a boy

And take the world past just trying

To a firm path to equality