Merlin

Red Hands

We scream no

So how do they hear a yes?

Our voice they doth protest,

And how can we be 

 

So hated for just being a human being,

Are we dolls that can be torn apart

Destruction is a sacred art,

And my body is painted red

 

Can\'t you see the prints 

Where violent hands met skin

Where nos became a yes

Where silence meant consent,

 

And why does no one care,

When we scream

Do you even hear?

How can you not feel our pain 

 

How can you not see the blood from our veins?

How can you look me in the eyes 

And tell me that it was right,

How can you talk about his life 

 

As if he didn\'t ruin mine,

Why do our lives not matter 

When you already have our livers

On a sliver platter,

 

There\'s a problem

A sickness that keeps slipping in 

But we forget it

It\'s not a sin,

 

No instead it\'s this: 

 

They can\'t control it, 

Born for aggression,

Boys will be boys,

Skin will be skin,

 

Don\'t wear that, don\'t wear this 

You were asking for those red prints,

You smiled,

They bought a drink 

 

What do you think that means? 

You enjoyed it,

You were dating,

You didn\'t say no, how was I suppose to know?

 

You weren\'t that drunk

But even if you were,

What do you expect

From wearing that skirt,

 

Well let me tell you,

What I simply hear: 

 

Silence isn\'t a yes,

Dating isn\'t consent,

This is our body

Skin isn\'t a sin,

 

So before you tell me 

A life is ruined

It already was

And he\'s proof of it.