Still
There are days
When there is no way
Not even a chance
That I dare for even a second
Glance at the reflection of my body
In the mirror and she knows why
Like i know why
She only cries
When she feels like
Shes about to lose control
She knows how much control is worth
Knows what a woman can lose
When her power to move
Is taken away
By a grip so thick with hate
It could
Clip the wings of God
Leave the next 8 generations of your blood shakin
And tonight
Somthing inside me is breakin
My heart beating so deep
Beneath the sheets of her pain
I could every tear shes cried
A year- a name
And a face I'd forever erase from her mind
Just like she would if she could
For me
Or you
But how much closer to Free would any of us be
If even a few of us forgot what many woman in this world cannot
And im thinkin
What the hell would you tell your daughter
Your someday daughter
When you have to hold her beautiful face
To the beat up face of this place
That hasnt learnt the meaning of Stop
Stop
What would you tell your daughter
Of the womb raped empty
the eyes swollen shut
the gut to frightened to hold food
the thousands upon thousands
of bodies used and abused
It was seven minutes of the worst kind of hell
Seven
And she stopped believing in Heaven
Distrust became her Law
Fear he Bible
The only chance for survival
Dont trust any of them
Bolt the doors to your home
Iron gate your windows
walking to the car alone
get the keys in the lock
please, please, please, open
like already you can feel that five-fingered noose around your neck
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