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Ain’t It Funny


When I think of how quickly I’d grown up

I can’t help but laugh

Aint it funny

Baby girl ain’t so baby anymore 

I used to be afraid of the dark now I’m just afraid of what lurks within it

I’m paranoid

Petrified

Paralyzed with fear

I can’t breathe feeling like hands are wrapped around my neck

And this neck is so sore

Baby girl got too grown for her own body

They thought they could take that away from me

Make a shallow shadow out of a woman

But she was still just a baby girl

Aint it funny

I used to think the monsters were my worst nightmares 

Now I realize there are men behind those masks

Seeping from under my bed

Creeping from out of my closet

Trying to come for me 

When they wrap their hands around this neck and nobody there to give me a hand

I had to learn to fight for myself

Stay alert, carry pepper spray, never walk alone, always lock my doors

Feeling like I’m hiding in my own shadows 

Running in circles trying to find some air

I still can’t breathe

The hands keep getting tighter around this neck

and I can’t fight them off much longer

Baby girl used to be so full of hope

Aint it funny 

They continue to break baby girl down

‘Til there’s no baby

Til there’s no girl

‘Til there’s just...

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