Herstory

Every scar tells a story
Every story leaves a scar
Written on the Body
They remind us who we are

When I was a kid I loved looking at the sky
Searching for a comet
Just like you I couldn't guess why
My dad made me eat my own vomit

My big brada, he got it the worse
I would pray to God, "How do you get rid of this curse?"
Now that he has his own son
I really wish the cycle was done

My parents no doubt would appeal
That they were just doing their best
At least I know now how to deal
If you choose to molest

My temple is bruised and battered
My clothes old and tattered
But I won't let my dreams be shattered

All it takes is one more try
All it takes is one big break
Either learn how to fly
Or drown by the lake