Men-Oh-Pause

[Intro]
They say it’s “too much.”
Too bloody.
Too messy.
Too loud.
Too real.
So I ask…

[Verse 1]
Why’s it taboo to talk of blood,
When half the world’s got cycles that flood?
Why’s it shameful to name a cramp,
But not to wave a warlord’s stamp?

Why is “discharge” more feared than lies?
Why do men squirm while a woman dries,
her tears, her womb, her sleepless nights,
while they debate her basic rights?

[Chorus]
Taboo for who?
Who made the rules?
Who taught us shame
in sterile schools?
It ain’t biology that’s the crime,
It’s silence weaponized through time.

Taboo for who?
'Cause I’m not scared,
I’ll sing what’s real
since they don’t dare.

[Verse 2]
Why is menopause met with a shrug,
while old white men get pills to plug
their shriveled pride with pharma might,
but women sweat through silent nights?

Why is "hormonal" used as a slur,
when the whole damn system *depends* on her?
Why don’t they teach us bone will thin?
Why ain’t that in the doc’s quick spin?

Why is a womb a ticking clock
unless it births, then it’s forgot?
Why is my pain dismissed as flair,
while men’s complaints get urgent care?

[Bridge]
It’s not taboo 'cause it’s grotesque,
it’s taboo 'cause it shows who’s next.
It shows resilience, mess, and might,
and that’s what gives the boys a fright.

[Interlude]
Let’s be honest.
It’s not about health y'all...
It’s about control.
And they’re losing it.

[Final Chorus]
Taboo for who?
I call your bluff.
Your squeamish pride?
Ain’t good enough.
This ain’t shame, it’s sacred truth.
It’s guts and fire and ancient proof.

Taboo for who?
I name the cost,
Of every silence
and line we’ve crossed.
So take your fear and go regroup,
the grown-up talk is in this loop.

[Outro]
If it makes you flinch,
it probably matters.