This song has nothing to do with the pandemic, written in 2018...

And here's the accompanying poem featured on the track art:

Like a Girl

I sit on the train with my legs crossed tight
Wish on a star, wish I might
Disappear
Levitate
Sprout wings
Take flight

So he won't see me run
Like a girl

He rips my skirt with his eyes
Like a snake, up my thighs
I'm pacing my breathing and yearning for light
For a witness to shout against this crime in the night
I'm hoping for armor, for visible might

So he won't know I'm scared
Like a girl

The train comes to a halt
And to my dismay
His stop is my stop
Trump said it's okay,
So he grabs me by the pussy
Just hours before day
Before sunlight could reveal this monster—
Legs splay
Concealing my screams with the darkness
I pray

So he won't see me cry
Like a girl

The sun rises—even after the blackest night
My heart freezes—even with my legs crossed tight
Fearing any faceless man could take it all away
All the beauty and the wild glowing inside me
Somewhere thawing ice from the reality:
That a woman is still less in this country
That a glance is still mistaken for an invitation—
And a human is confused for an object
My pussy is not yours to disrespect.
My body is whatever I want it to be
I decide how much of my thigh you see
All my beauty—all my wild belongs to me
And i'll march through the darkness with my flag in the air

So you know that I'll fight
Like a girl

-Jill Homlish