Protesting To Me Is An Art

Protesting to me is an art It is a way to defend yourself, a point of view, a way to start To start a change or change someone else's way To stop the violence or stop the drugs ... To make sure he never touches you like he did that day We all must stand tall and strong because no one deserves to cry so hard Protesting to me is an art We all unite, stand up and fight Without the bruises or excessive amount of cups of boozes We fight against what you know is wrong Because the way he slammed you against the wall and threw away his respect Isn't just the pain felt by the tears falling down your cheeks and onto your chest Protesting to me is an art Because the little girl who didn't know what her uncle was doing Shouldn't put up with all the touching and abusing Because she's hurt and bleeding out her pain She needs someone to understand her and take away the feeling of blame It happened to her and who knows who is next Protesting to me is an art We all hold hands, stand up and represent each and every woman Together we are stronger, forever determined To stop all the violence and put away the weapons To protest and defend everything we believe in So help me paint this picture Help me write the lyrics to this song Help me write this poem Help me protest and fight strong