I am not a purse

I am not a purse.
No, I do not come in any other shade,
and I am not something you can buy, sell, or trade...
The seasons will not affect my shape,
and trust me, over your shoulder I will never drape...

I was not designed with you in mind,
or your brother or your friend.
My name is not a brand you can possibly comprehend.
And if you find a tear or rip in my lining,
You will find I am not so easy to mend,
I am not the accessory you dream of..
so forget trying to acquire...
I am not meant for any arm, display, or buyer..

Because I am not a purse!
I am not a thing,
I am not for the taking,
I am not property for sale,
I am not a soft woman on the verge of breaking...
Recognize my strength and acknowledge my power
and realize your world I could quickly devourer.

Say it with me now; I AM NOT A PURSE!
Let us wake up, shake up and break free of this CURSE!
We are human but we are barely alive,
Look around you at this mess, a plan we must surmise...
because the outcome looks so terribly bleak
unless loving kindness is all that we seek...

We need to overcome the ruling hands
that claim its OK to destroy Peruvian lands.
We must see terror as the drug they use to keep us down,
but not anymore because we've inherited the crown...

The glory of nature and peace are our rights,
Remember the pulse of the blood and watch as it ignites...
a fire within!
to burn away their sins...
You are not a purse and neither am I
Believe in our spirit and merge with the sky...