A day in my shoes

Walk a day in my shoes and tell me you can survive,

Walk a day in my shoes and tell me you’d enjoy being alive

Wherever I go, people wanna know who the father of my child is,

They’re never ready when I say the nigga’s a rapist

They’re never ready to accept my truth as the truth

Always thinking that I must have been loose

That girls with the same story as I must have made it up

That we’re only riding predators through some kind of set up

My therapist must probably thinks I’m sick in the head

Because I cry too much, with nothing to say, like it’s all prepared

Who knows what it’s like to get over this kind of thing

Lil shits walking around like they’re a king

All I know is it’s hard

having to live with this part

never truly fulfilled

wishing I could rather have been killed

So, when you judge me on my woes, by asking questions cruel

Try just for a little, to walk in these broken shoes…