you praise yourself like a god
you put yourself on a pedestal
high above us mere mortals
we should be thankful
your presence
your actions
your voice
but
how can I be grateful of yours
when you won't let me have mine
my voice - drown out for so long
I thought I lost it
But I
I clawed back from the dark,
repressive hole you
shoved me into
I bit
I clawed
I fought - oh yes I fought
and you
oh sweet, perfect you
you tried to push me down again
huh
But I fought
fought for me
my dignity
my hope
my future
my voice
I rose, ****** and bruised
I rose
and I have succeeded
while you
have failed
and yet
bits of your beatings remain
I have my dignity
but some some still see me as the falsehoods you told
I have my hope
but it's still bruised from your blows
I have my future
but maybe - maybe I'll end up just like you
I have my voice
but maybe I talk so fast because you never let me get a word out
and I have me.
and no matter how hard you try
how hard you push
how hard you twist
I will always have me
and my me is one that I won't
let you crush
I will be heard - and you can't stop me