Why we fight:
She cries with the names that follow her
Labels, just a few sly steps behind -They tap her shoulder
Called fat, called skinny, called dumb
Called whore, called bitch.
At the end she is numb.
A sister, a mother, a friend or foe
Subject to abuse 'you look like a hoe'
For wearing too much or too little
Or at least to you
Sorry am I distracting you?
Sorry for being a prude
I don't mean to be rude
Sorry I'm not in the mood
Of course you can't help yourself
I'm just asking for it...
It's obviously my fault-
For exposing my midriff,
For having an opinion,
My few options,
Is it my fault?
showing my shoulders, ankles
and some of my chest
This is obviously an indication to you
That I mean...
Don't judge a book by its cover is what I was always taught
But even knowing this lesson you think it's okay to resort
To raping a girl for how little she wears
You grabbed that excuse and decided to tear
Her clothes and took something she can't hope to repair.
She had it coming you say
Her fault you say
Now she spends all day
Fearful as a child and Hiding away
Her sense of security and safety fading , and for all girls out there
Who cannot wear exactly what they want because people like you make them scared.
They don't dress
'like a boy' or
'like a girl'
More useless words
Trying to make me question my self worth
It's obviously wrong to identify with a gender different from your birth...
It's obviously wrong to dress how you want to for work.
Why can't we dress how we like boys and girls alike
Why can't we identify with a gender we feel is right
It's like people are trying to pick a fight
All Because I don't dress according to your gender stereotypes.
I get it- you were brought up on only pink and only blue
And still let those generalisations softly affect you
Tap tap tap
They cry again
I cry again
A girl likes girls and a boy likes boys
Another likes neither,
another likes either.
That can't be right
Surely it's wrong
You were brought up on those playground songs
Where girl meets boy,
they sit in a tree
K I S S I N G
Does it make you feel awkward when I hold this girls hand?
Or is it that you just can't understand
I never thought love and affection were a hateful thing
But to you, being with the same gender, both or neither
Is just a sin.
That pencil case is gay
She's such a dyke
It's meant as a joke but your words have bite
You tease because Love is supposed to be directed in a way society feels is right.
You make presumptions based on the clothes I wear
Call me a lesbian because I have short hair
You use these words like lesbo and dyke
Even though there's absolutely no correlation between how I look and who I like.
You know what?
I'm sick of this hate
You toss these words at us and don't wait
To stop and listen think about how you curse
About how much that they can dig into our minds- you think 'they're just words'
Just Words That
Push people to suppress themselves
To hate themselves
To Kill themselves
So many suicides
So many unhappy lives
All because of
Just because you think it's only joking
Doesn't change the fact to us the words are choking
So now let's switch this completely
Let's toss the stereotypes and make our own sound
You should know by now that
You shouldn't take action or make a presumption
Based on looks, gender stereotypes, or sexual orientation.
I stand here as me
Not defined by what you say
Hand in hand with many others who think the same way
Do not expect me to stay down
At your words and abuse
I will stand back up, and I will break loose
From the borders you've set for me
With those labels you use
I will fight because I am not alone and I have NOTHING to lose.
I will fight for my freedom of expression
For my right to choose.
And you know what?
I'm not worthless
I'm worth everything.
And though your words hurt