Restrictions I’m *******, Caged Dead Caged Sick Caged Confused
I’m shackled to the words of the Old That bind me To a life I do not want Blind me In a fruitless rage
I see colors in dull hues when you remind me Of all I cannot be Because I am Me
I feel the panic Static in my mind and brain I go insane at your words “Because you’re a girl” I’d much rather you **** me ‘Cause those words constrict me Suffocate me Make me wish for death as I drown helplessly in your judgement
Oh Judge Jury and Executioner! Have mercy I do what you say I am what you think you want Please leave me alone I am pleading Down on my knees, hands clasped Have mercy!
I do what you want, when you want, how you want I limit my questioning so you don’t shout out those dreaded words “Because you’re a girl” They are the noose Slowly wrapping itself around my neck A coiling, winding, unwinding snake
Come on Is this really what you want? Panic and anarchy inside of me As the tears flow down my eyes, into my throat to drown me
I watch as you fill up my lungs with concrete And expect me not to bleed from the inside out
Well I am all out of blood I am dead, I am done I’ve been buried alive Go find your next victim.
To anyone who feels shackled by rules of a society that has outlived its relevance.