There are those who devise terrible lies
And through some trick of your birth, diminish your worth
When they attack you with bile, then tell you to smile
Tell them to all go to hell, and when you do if you yell
Then, oh well
They wanna silence your voice with violence, they say you have no choice
You shall not fear them; you cannot hear them above your vibrant voice
They want you wilting and weak, timid and meek
They want you flat on your face, trapped in your place
So when you shout to the world you're no one's shy little girl
You may be met by some stares but, frankly, who fucking cares?
Let them be disturbed by every word, louder than they've ever heard
They want you quiet, but when they try it, that's when you make more noise
When you're subjected to their invective, you raise your vibrant voice

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