Analysis of Reparation

We are burning figures alight
With flames of vengeance and fury
We are the bones of the women
That you tried to bury
With that fragile divine femininity
Towering over your heads
You thought we were docile
But we’re ruthless instead
We are wild and feral
And we are only our own
We spit out the rage
Only our shadows have known
We weave webs with the strings
Of our tormented history
We trap you and tear into
The meat of your tender patriarchy
We are ugly and powerful
We are everything you hate
With hands of gods
And eyes of fate