Real tough
I was like a baby chick
Only following orders
My voice was sick
Heavy with the weight of my disorders
I listened with no questions
The adults were always right
Always following the suggestions
Never putting up a fight
But one day I cracked
There was just no holding back
All lies and no fact
I had a new angle of attack
With each push, I was tripped
No talking back I was told
I had to follow the script
My silence was gold
But that didn’t stop me
And I grew real tough
I was bringing down the queen bee
Enough was enough
I was done with being weak
So I learned to speak