When the man on the corner gives you looks While you're walking home from school You will learn to shrink into yourself.
When the boys at school talk about your body As if you're not sitting right there You will act as if you've disappeared, And when you come back You will no longer know the difference between a compliment And another degrading word.
When the person you trusted most, The one who was supposed to save you, Took the definition of respect And replaced it with a sense of paranoia, And a fear of human touch. You will forget who you are.
Shrink. Shrink. Shrink. The silence will taste bad on your tongue As will the laughter in their mouths. Shrink. Shrink. Shrink. Until you no longer have a body made for love Instead hate.