Is this really?
The world we dreamt of
The world they made us dream of
The world we continue to dream of?
You know, dad
Mom said that you are there
With us
With me.
But, I don’t think so.
I don’t see you around.
Grammy says you are up there. Really?
Because you aren’t there when we need you.
To shut these people off
Or when mom finds that box
Too heavy to lift it herself.
Or when I hurt myself
Trying to stand strong
Defending how I wasn’t wrong
Shaking there telling them
It isn’t my fault
That I was born a girl
That I was stereotyped
That I was prejudiced.
Didn't you always say
I could be as powerful
As I thought I was.
As I think I could be.
But what if these cruel, harsh world
Wouldn't let my thoughts be ?
Wouldn't let me be?
No, they never asked.
If I ever wanted to be me.
If I ever wanted to be you.
If I ever wanted to be them.
They didn't even let me mold
I was forced but not into a diamond
To a piece of charcoal
Because as they say
I was born to light up
Not the world but their house.
Why ?
But no why, because
Oh wait, I am not even allowed to ask.
