Victim

My knees don’t even scab no more
Been pushed down so many times
Just calluses now, rough and scarred
I can get up and get up and get up again
But I can’t be your victim no more

Down again but by my own misstep
Still breakable, I don’t wear no cape
But wounded I’ll walk
With or without your hand
But I can’t be your victim no more

You prophesy bad luck and harm
From deep within your cozy fear
But I’ve been out once and I seen
I seen it ain’t fear I fear
So I ain’t gonna be your victim no more

My today don’t match up with yours
Don’t got time to teach it again
I done learned it once, your turn now
Can’t just run round that tree til I fall
I ain’t your victim no more

Just cause knees don’t scab
Don’t mean the tears don’t burn
Can’t callus up my eyes–I tried
I been beaten raped struck and died
And you tell me bout fear outside?
I ain’t your victim no more
I ain’t your victim no more
No more.

–Lola Tyrole

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