Dagenham Dream

We received our bloody circles in the mail
Only see what's really important when it's nailed
As a teen, my Lord and savior was a male

Tire trucks and six steel strings that keep me frail
It's the worst I've ever felt when it hails
Broken teeth and bloody nose but least it snowed
Instantly dry, oh, I cried and cut a line

And my eyebrow acted like the boys who tell
And my teacher told me that this made her sad
Had to act just like the others to get around
Friday nights alone in Ilford with my board

Like, growing up I have always heard
Or like, I was always hyperaware of
The things that the people around me who were charged with my care
Or told me, like, be silent or be quiet
Or be ashamed or hide
Or perform a version of myself that wasn't really me
And so, I think that through my life I've always been hyperconscious and aware of not
Going into spaces and seeking too much attention
Um, because a part of survival is, like, being able to just fit in
To be seen as normal and to, like, quote-unquote belong
But I think that so often in society in order to belong
Means that we have to, like, shrink parts of ourselves