I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL
With an easy swing, I crumbled your boxes.
Each time you said shut up,
I got a little bit louder.
Now I have a microphone.
I’M NOT HERE, TO BABYSIT YOUR FEAR!
Just when you thought life had broken me
And you were happy, that I finally bowed down
My head was on the ground.
Praying strength for moments like now.
HA – you ain’t seen nothing yet!
I get on your nerves?
Well, you get on mine too.
Because you’re scared to be like me
and I don’t want to be like you.
Count the commas and the periods because I really don’t care
about your grammar or your labels or your church folk or your politics
or your sorors or your parties or your perfectly buffed floors.
I won’t hide or suppress or silence or lie or deny or surrender or minimize
Watch me sing, watch me dance, watch me take off all my clothes
And the next day watch me pray, covered from head down to my toes.
I am completely, out of your control.
I came in like a wrecking ball
The opposite of everything you wish I would be
Now try to put handcuffs on that.
I’m Not Sorry – The Movement
Join us in the I’m Not Sorry movement. It’s about accepting ourselves, our flaws, our truths, without regret and judgement. Do it in this moment. Stop apologizing for yourself, and start living!
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Live in Color – Shannon
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