They have made it crystal clear
They have no room here for me
This is not where I belong

My body is not the right shape,
My skin is not the right color,

I am too fortunate to be helped up,
But not rich enough to pay

I can’t stay home with the children I love,
For them I am a stereotype.
But they say no work is right for me,
They have no room here for me.

If I dance among the trees they find me whimsical and foolish,
But my retreat from their words makes me rude and unthinking.

You’ll never be enough for them,
God knows I never was,
They’ll never make room,
They’ll push you away,
Darling it’s because they are scared.