Where are my womanly rights?
So many years, good God I am done with these tears.
Time for me to do what I always do...Run!
Time for me to say, " I can't stay!"
I've lost all of me.
Stumbled and crumbled, is there a bus I can jump on?
Police and rapist, now it's my turn.
I choose to stay.
Today is the day when I see you cry.
You know what, it is my time to teach you.
To think you got so high to call me a Dirty B****! "
Well that makes no sense!
To think you could do as you please.
Ha!, you're nothing but a dirty disease. Some say I caused my crazy.
Others say, I'm just lazy.
I say, I'm just me and who the hell asked you to say?
Who gave you the right to analyze who I am or to be?
I'll just means for me to Stand Tall.
To all the opinionated pointing fingers, I'm just a little white girl all held in beaten and battered trying to make it day by day.
Religious I am.
Don't need your born again Christian, I no longer sin.
I am one in a million.
I'm a shooting star who now leaves you with a deep scar.
Oh I'm feeling so high as I watch the prison guards walk you on by to where you are to stay as I carry along my Merry way.
Here's to that I say...
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