Welcome to the society
Welcome to the society
We hope you enjoy your stay
And please feel free to be yourself
As long as it's in the right way
Make sure you love your body
Not too much, or we'll tear you down
We'll bully you for smiling
And then wonder why you frown
We'll tell you that you're worthless
That you shouldn't make a soung
And then cry with the others
When you're buried in the ground
You can fall in love with anyone
As long as it's who we choose
And we'll let you have your opinions
But please shape them to our views
Welcome to society
We promise that we won't decieve
And only one more rule, now that you're here
There's no way you can leave.
The moment someone is born it's like to make them a part of the world, the society must give their approval. And if it's a girl, they're rare chances she'd survive. But even when she makes it through their approval, their court of justice, she doesn't know that there is still a battlefield of stereotypes to knock down. Everything a girl has to go through to pass the approval of the society she does. You told her to wear dresses, she did. You told her she was too short, so she wore heels. You told her how much skin to show, she did. You told her she wasn't pretty enough, so she wore makeup. You told her how to keep her hair, you controlled her, and she just played the part of the puppet.
You told her who she could love, made her believe that everything else was wrong. But you make her feel secluded like she never belongs! What do you want of her. What approval should she seek from the society so that she can live her life bearably. She doesn't imagine luxury, for she knows her male counterpart is the only one who can enjoy that. She just wants to be beared. She never expects, that you'll be proud, she just wants to live! Just because you don't allow her to fly, doesn't mean you can keep her caged!
You tell her she's a freak. A slut. A whore. You call her words she's never heard, and yet she bore. You criticize her like she's a shopkeeper demanding words of improvement. But I think we treat even them better. She will listen to all you say, cry it out with a few mugs of hot water on her. She'll bear the beatings and everything else and yet she'll do your work.
But when she presses a blade up her skin and once she decides that you would tell her nothing more why did you not tell her the truth as she collapsed onto the floor? Why didn't you tell her that she didn't need makeup, that just being her was fine? Why didn't you tell her that she could wear what she wants, that she wouldn't be defined?
Because when you came to realize that she never knew you cared you wish you would have told her that the world was much better when she was there.
-Vanya Duggal
We hope you enjoy your stay
And please feel free to be yourself
As long as it's in the right way
Make sure you love your body
Not too much, or we'll tear you down
We'll bully you for smiling
And then wonder why you frown
We'll tell you that you're worthless
That you shouldn't make a soung
And then cry with the others
When you're buried in the ground
You can fall in love with anyone
As long as it's who we choose
And we'll let you have your opinions
But please shape them to our views
Welcome to society
We promise that we won't decieve
And only one more rule, now that you're here
There's no way you can leave.
The moment someone is born it's like to make them a part of the world, the society must give their approval. And if it's a girl, they're rare chances she'd survive. But even when she makes it through their approval, their court of justice, she doesn't know that there is still a battlefield of stereotypes to knock down. Everything a girl has to go through to pass the approval of the society she does. You told her to wear dresses, she did. You told her she was too short, so she wore heels. You told her how much skin to show, she did. You told her she wasn't pretty enough, so she wore makeup. You told her how to keep her hair, you controlled her, and she just played the part of the puppet.
You told her who she could love, made her believe that everything else was wrong. But you make her feel secluded like she never belongs! What do you want of her. What approval should she seek from the society so that she can live her life bearably. She doesn't imagine luxury, for she knows her male counterpart is the only one who can enjoy that. She just wants to be beared. She never expects, that you'll be proud, she just wants to live! Just because you don't allow her to fly, doesn't mean you can keep her caged!
You tell her she's a freak. A slut. A whore. You call her words she's never heard, and yet she bore. You criticize her like she's a shopkeeper demanding words of improvement. But I think we treat even them better. She will listen to all you say, cry it out with a few mugs of hot water on her. She'll bear the beatings and everything else and yet she'll do your work.
But when she presses a blade up her skin and once she decides that you would tell her nothing more why did you not tell her the truth as she collapsed onto the floor? Why didn't you tell her that she didn't need makeup, that just being her was fine? Why didn't you tell her that she could wear what she wants, that she wouldn't be defined?
Because when you came to realize that she never knew you cared you wish you would have told her that the world was much better when she was there.
-Vanya Duggal
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