Defiant
2/4/93
You called me defiant
I AM!
Wouldn't you be if your mother
Put sharp things inside you?
And made you touch her
In ways that made you feel ashamed;
Then kissed you on the lips
In that yucky, smothery way.
And told you that you're ugly and bad
So she had to hurt you
So you'd be good the next time
And you tried but nothing helped.
Because she came back
And did it to you again
And you felt your rage grow big
And you wanted her to die
How would you feel?
How would you be?
If it happened to you
YOU'D BE DEFIANT, LIKE ME!