• i get beaten up everyday
    and called ugly names
    every time i hear myself cry
    but still i rise

    coming home feels almost the same
    the beating and the names
    this time i don't think i will cry
    but i feel like im about to die

    it's always the same every day
    sometimes even with different names
    one day i will never cry
    but still i rise

    one day i will come home
    and mum will leave me alone
    that would be heaven for me
    this will never happen i see

    with a different expression i return to school
    leaving those who taunt in a dark red pool
    it seems heartless to dispose as flies
    but still i rise

    running home from those i see
    knowing it is pointless to flee
    leaving my mother in the same state
    i make my final great escape