‘Cause you think you’re so big and so tall And us so scared and so small But we’re not We’re done hiding We are rising Does our truth hurt?
Hurt like those words And your hands Their stares and demands That we did this to ourselves It couldn’t possibly be their Boss Friend Brother or lover As long as they were admired and covered By the strength of cowards
You showed us that there’s power in numbers While then I’d be scared because while you all slumbered In your thrones of entitlement and institutionalized security We’ve been building bridges out of each other’s despair Climbing mountains of self-worth While you were so unaware Of us pulling our sisters and brothers up too
Our voices now loud enough to shake your foundation And cause you to fall, because without hesitation We were forced to thread shame into the ends of our hair And carry it with us
But not anymore
This conversation is so long overdue But our time has come, we know this is true As there are skeletons willing to rise from their graves If it means justice finally coming our way And shining light on all those who thought they could Take what was not their’s
But now we are here and our numbers are strong And we will build our own empire out of what was done wrong Our first ruling order, is not a request You WILL understand No doesn’t really mean yes It doesn’t matter the length of my dress That your position doesn’t make my autonomy mean less-
My body is not some quest for you to conquer We are tired of shrinking ourselves just for you to be comfortable
Times up
Your rule is over, this is our kingdom now And so we ask Does our truth hurt?
Nameless faceless bodies Thrown this way and that To spice up the story line Then tossed to the back of the viewers mind Forgotten Because there was no anchor attaching her to the plot
Nameless faceless bodies Kept in line By the boxes of mother, daughter, sister, lover Never far from the one or the other And definitely not far from him Unable to form independent thought
Nameless faceless bodies Chopped into tiny parts Just to be used as enticing props To shock And stir Then pushed aside for something with more depth Than the round shape of her ******* For we know you can’t have both in cinema
Nameless faceless bodies Fixed as a ****** canvas To display how much this world hurts And wants to hurt Thrown in the trash when deemed no longer beautiful enough To keep the audience’s gaze
When you feel the thunder in your thighs Look up to the sky And thank only yourself For being brave enough to allow him passage through your lands Given the last time you peeked through the gate It was torn down They Scorched the trees ****** the birds Ate the flowers And ****** the rivers dry C O L O N I Z I N G you
Selfishly Turning lush forests into the Sahara Yet You flooded them out Now feel the cool trickle Of his hands on your waist The splash of lips, on your inner thigh Notice the depth within you The surge of water deep in your belly Rushing, rushing, rising Until it overflows. For now let me drink your sweet nectar But remember you decide when to turn off the faucet