Well, they can call me a bitter b*tch But they don't know how it is To be undermined Put down and put aside Degraded, mocked and criticised This is our reality They gatekeep our individuality We're seeking a place to fit An approval, yet We're non-existent Or getting the second role Only to be sexualised I am someone Facing my tormentors Armoured to strike back This is not a war This is just how I react Hatred to their offence It's what saved my life It's my shield, it's my defence It's my way to survive It's my way to survive I despise them Missandra And they dare call me missandra?