Ismfh

They tried to take my innocence
To steal my voice and buy my silence
Offered me the world... for the suck of a cock
But I said no and that was a problem
I tried to starve for 20 years
To disembody my natural form
To better suit expectations
Just not too tight around the hips

But I am made of fire
And I am made of ice
And they thought they could break me
But I'm still motherfucking here

I had my childhood stolen long before I learned to speak
Still see the rose... buds round my tiny feet
He said not to tell but silence isn't my language
I lost a fight at just 19 to my best friend
But because he had more power than me
No one ever believed what I had to say

You'll never define what I am
You'll never destroy
My still somehow endless supply and capacity
For joy and forgiveness
Ruptured for sure
Never truly broken

For I am made of steel
And I am made of angel's wings
And nothing can change that
And I'm Still motherfucking here, yeah
You know, sexual assault is a lot like potato chips
It's hard to stop at just one

I don't talk too much
And I don't laugh too loud
And I don't have too many goddamned opinions
My back is not bent
My back is not bent

You can't offend, hurt or insult me
Unless I believe there's truth in what you say
Cause NO... I don't fear my own power
Or shy away from my own strength
So go ahead, call me a cunt
The very core of my deepest womanhood
Center of the earth
Birthplace ah-of the universe entire

No God has got nothing on me
For I am the hope and I am desire
As funny as fuck, current running through wire
Yeah, I get irony
I've laughed in its faces

I have been the sun
The dark side of moon
The spinning of the galaxies
The blade in the razor's edge
How do I hold my sisters hold
And fear my brothers too
And hold the earth in all its prolificacy
Cause no matter what you do

Can't break my spine
You can't kill my love
I'm still motherfucking here
No world of no can bring me down
I'm Still Motherfucking Here
Can't break my spine
Can't kill my love
Can't keep me down
I'm still motherfucking here

My sprit sings the song of crow
The keenest intellect of all, so try your worst but
No, this bird cannot not be caged
Its freedom made flesh
Its boundaries are endless
It has no quit, it won't accept ever acquiesce
To the limitations of the bars
It will end its life in its efforts to be free

They made it as hard as they could
They doubted each word
That fell from my mouth
And made me believe how I looked was what counted
Till something felt right in this pecking order

But I am sweet and juicy
And I am mud and soil
And you treated me like dirt under your nails
But I am built for flight
And I am of the clouds
You did your best to ground me
But I'm still motherfucking here
How many pedophiles does it take to change a light bulb
Just one, with years of practice