I hate your touch
I hate your words
I hate your hands
I hate your chords

The music was blinding
I hated that too
The passion was frightening
I hated that you

Tried taking advantage
Of naivety
I hated it
Hated that

Your touch scares me
Your words scare me
Your hands scare me
Your chords scare me

I hate your face
I hate your mouth
I hate your stance
I hate your sound

The music was crying
I hated that too
The passion was dying
I hated that you

Tried laying blame on
My comfortability
I hated it
Hated that

Your face scares me
Your mouth scares me
Your stance scares me
Your sound scares me

I’m scared of all
You say and do
I’m scared of you
And I hate your you.

Don’t blink, Don’t speak
Don’t hesitate
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t test your fate

The words that you’ve forced upon me are sad
I’ll take them anyways but you should know
That you can’t take them back

There’s a shadow in the sand
That refuses to follow my feet
They’ll kick the grains and dust away
But also refuse to eat
My little shadow claims they’ll be fine
And refuse any hand of help
They promise not to run too far
Or at least too far to be felt
They’ve been near my side
They’ll dance and they’ll play
Even if not close
But one day I’ll wake
And my little shadow in the sand
Will have been washed up in the waves

Every bill passed
Every law enforced
And every punished person
And every broken door
Every wall built
Every motion managed
And every battered woman
And every mind damaged
Every code of conduct
Every regulation
And every callous worker
And every police station
Every constitution
Every consequence
And every carried hate crime
And every document
Every proclamation
Every orange dictator
And every child taken
And every righteous debater
All of them have suffered
All of them are dead
And all of them are falling
And all of them have bled