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Slave to your words
Slave to your words is what you've made me
Glaring your eyes at me while you drink your afternoon tea
You judge me by the length of my skirt
Assuming that I am just another "chic" that wants to flirt
Your mother tells me to dress properly,
To cover my flesh so that men won't set their negative views
Pretending to save me from being a victim of an abuse
But seriously, maybe you should educate your son to respect women
Cause I don't dress to impress and please them. Amen!
Blue eyes, blonde hair, curvy body and fair skin is what you consider beautiful but I've got none of them
So I consider myself a boring rock constantly trying to convert into a gem
Now you question the scars on my hips
Wondering how many lips I've kissed
Or how many men have touched my skin with their fingertips
But what if I told you that the scars you see on my hips are just stretch marks which were caused by carrying the son to your brother
You feel offended now don't you?
So you walk around saying I can never be anyone's first wife
Cause I was already a mother
That venom you spit from your mouth is poisonous enough
And although they are just words
It hurts more than being slaughtered with the sword
You should know I don't get raped because I "show too much of my flesh"
Even women who wear burkas are being abducted
Tell me, do you see them wearing anything less?
I could be someone's daughter, someone's sister, someone's wife
I know you don't really care
But what if it was your sister or your daughter
And my brother dared to touch them and tear
I know, with a gun in front of my doorstep, you would appear
Don't worry though my brother has been taught to respect women right
While you put your dirty views when u see a girl alone,
He's there protecting your sisters from being a victim as they walk alone in the night
STRONG, BEAUTIFUL, INDEPENDENT, POWERFUL, INDESTRUCTIBLE & A QUEEN
These are things I don't find within me when I see my reflection in the mirror
I was just a slave to your word but now you've turned me into a killer
Should I kill the man who raped me?
Should I kill the people who criticize me?
Should I kill my fear?
Should I kill the negativity within me?
Should I kill the voices in my head that bring me down?
Or should I kill myself and it will all be over
Devilish whispers are creeping under my sea of grief
Please tell me who should I kill in brief
I've lost it all