I try to protest,
but they don't accept us.
I try to hope,
but they don't accept us.
I try to change,
but they don't accept us.
I try everything,
but they don't accept us.
Cause we're women,
and so they don't accept us.

Thank you for everything you do for us,
it's more than anything we get on Christmas.
You are funny and kind,
No matter who talks behind.
I will change for you,
and I will be amazed by you.
You should know you are beautiful,
and that no one should be hurtful.
I love and miss you at school,
that's part of the reason school is a fool.
It doesn't understand the bonding of our fam,
that's why we know they are rude, the ma'am.
I love to the moon and back,
even if you don't give me a snack.

Warning*-If you are sensitive, please don't read this!
They told me I'm not good enough.
They told me I'm a disappointment.
They told me I'm not beautiful.
They told me I ****.
They told me I couldn't do anything.
They told me I wasn't enough.
They told me I should go to die.
I took it all in,
even though they knew it was a sin.
But they kept going,
pretending like it just began.
I listened to them,
and so they started again.
Soon the tears came
and I became
depressed
and in need to **** me.
But little did I know
that I can say no
to being depressed
to being lonely
to trying to **** me
if only I had accepted me,
loved me,
enjoyed me.

They're here,
I hear them in the distance.
They're coming closer,
I hear the twigs breaking,
snapping under their feet.
Ropes come toward me,
but not exactly.
I hear my family roar,
they're sore.
Tranquilizer darts shoot past me,
to my family,
and then me.
Soon everything is gone.

Plip, plop, plip, plop
There go the raindrops
With the paper boat
Into the rainy moat
oh look oh look
In the book
As the sun comes out
I imagine a rainbow sprout
With a catchy hook
to get me to read and look