sly sand
You tell me I could change my look,
As if my body’s an open book,
A story you think you get to write,
A shape you judge, a size you fight.
But tell me this. how would you feel,
If my words cut deep, too sharp, too real?
If I told you all the things to fix,
Picked you apart like broken bricks?
I’m not even big, yet still you stare,
Like my worth is tied to the weight I bear.
Like your pity is some kind of prize,
As if I should shrink to fit your eyes.
But why should I bend, why should I break,
For your approval make no mistake,
I’m not a project, not a game,
Not here to carry your shame in my name.
So tell me now, would you stand tall,
If someone made you feel so small?
If they pushed their standards in your face,
Would you still think this is your place?
Think twice before you speak on me,
I’m not here for your sympathy.
I live, I breathe, I take up space
And I don’t need to be erased.
lyric siren