It's not like I'm feeling much different
Than a woman my age years ago
Liberated is what you wanna call it
How about unfairly choked?
Cause I know some just see my body
And every girl I know at some point stopped eating
And there's a name for this kind of man
For us it's just a stamp to the head
For them another notch in the bed
It's like I'm wearing red, and if I am
You feel you've the right to touch me
Taken away from me and my family
Proposing to love all of us
Instead he is full of hate
Towards himself, towards his bait
And everything he touches is for him
My mother's soul he devours with a grin
All our boxes on the lawn
Woman shelter for 9 months
Cross the street to the church
Pray confusedly about what hurts
A new beginning for us both
It's my little mini skirt