Lyrics

I’m not your victim – I’m the crack in your frame
The face you avoid, ‘cause it speaks your shame
I won’t go quiet just to make you feel safe
I wear my scars like shields – not yours to erase
Stamped with labels – “Too much, too loud”
But I won’t shrink to fit your fucking crowd
You boxed me in, you marked me loud
But I break your mold, I own my sound

You said: “Stay nice”
I said: “Stay blind”
You love peace
as long as I keep my mouth shut

You fear my truth,
but sell my skin.
You wear my name,
but won’t let me in.
You twist my story
to fit your plea –
then write me out
of history.
Erase my name,
replace my face,
retell my pain,
then call it grace.

You fear my voice, but claim I invade
Say I stalk your daughters in bathroom shades
You paint me a monster, draped in a cape
Screaming “protect the girls” – while you teach them to hate
Your lies don’t break me – they just reshape
And I survive, not to forgive – but to escape
You point and scream, but I won't flee
Your fear is loud, but I’m louder than you’ll ever be

You said: “Stay nice”
I said: “Stay blind”
You love peace
as long as I keep my mouth shut

You fear my truth,
but sell my skin.
You wear my name,
but won’t let me in.
You twist my story
to fit your plea –
then write me out
of history.
Erase my name,
replace my face,
retell my pain,
then call it grace.

I never wanted war, just space to breathe
But you turned my truth into something obscene
To you I’m a fetish, a sin wrapped in lips
A bargain bin whore in your headlines and scripts
But I broke the mirror you made of my myth
I won’t wear the shame that you dressed up with

You fear my truth,
but sell my skin.
You wear my name,
but won’t let me in.
You twist my story
to fit your plea –
then write me out
of history.
Erase my name,
replace my face,
retell my pain,
then call it grace.
Erase my name,
replace my face,
retell my pain,
then call it grace.

Now clap for me.
Call it brave.
Call it art.
Call it change.
Then go home.
Tell your friends.
How tolerant
you felt,
you stupid crowd.
Fuck you.