It takes a strong woman
And a voice without fear
To speak up in the face of who we are this year

So if you see a strong woman
You should tell her that she’s strong
Because the strong don’t get to speak for very long


We love to sing the praises of our first amendment rights
We love to feign encouragement to truly speak your mind
Tell you that your speech is free so go say what you like
But our speech isn’t free, we pay for it in friends, and they’re dropping like flies.
Disappearing right before our eyes
And every day what Twitter calls free speech is being redefined
Slowly Shaped in Biden’s image and the alt right
Gutless rape apologists and mothers who are quick to claim they want Trump out so badly that they’d offer Joe their child for a night.

I tell myself that all of those are bots so I can function in my off time.

I’m trying to raise a child, so I don’t have the time or means to find out where these people live and hold them to the fire til they swear that they can see the light.

So you can keep the party, it is not where my allegiance lies
It’s in defending every rape survivor scrutinized
It’s in uplifting every voice they try to euthanize
Your leaders see you, Honey, but they do not view with human eyes.

Instead they let us have our little space to bicker,
Split up into factions where we’re grouped by belief, and I bet you twitter sits back and bets on which will eat itself quicker.
Free speech is governed by an all-seeing-eye and a silent listener
Who pulls the plug on anyone who dares to try and tell you that you’re prisoners.
Arbitrarily suspends a woman trying to defend herself from colonies of rape-enablers flooding her DM’s with trauma triggers.

And then she’s suspended, and they don’t tell her why, but I think we understand.
But let me get it straight for her assassin, if he’s listening, cause he’s such a simple man.
You can call a woman a (w****) or a (c***) or a (s***) or a bitch, or make light of her rape, or pretend like you know where she lives,
Or go dig up a picture of her parents or her kids, and there’s zero, repercussions, isn’t that how it stands?

But somehow SHE gets banned?

In case you didn’t look into the people that you silence
You seem to target those of us who fight to stem the tides of bitter vitriol from those intent on mocking rape survivors and belittling domestic violence.

Well, Twitter, ban me now before I find that fucking chad and drag him out his filthy basement by his eyelids.

Say: “if you could see me, motherfucker, I am smiling!”

Speech is not free, it’s a sliding scale based on how well you follow guidelines
How well you keep your mouth shut,
How few waves you make at Epstein island

Speech is not free, it’s been hunted for a decade through the highlands.
Even when it’s sleeping, it hears echoes of the dogs and rattle of it’s shackle and it’s chains
And the dream always starts when it trips on a root and it ends a millisecond shy of when the dog bites in.

And it wakes up to find that another brilliant mind got silenced in the night for speaking truth about Joe fucking Biden.
I’ve never felt a gut punch that hit so physical from losing someone only in the medium provided.

But if she hears this, I hope she can feel like she owns this song even though I’ll write it.

You were gone in a flash, but you left enough gas for us to Bern and fight another year, and we will fucking fight it.

Do you hear me Twitter?
We will fight it!
It’s called holding to your standards, motherfucker, you should try it.
I hope tonight you’re lying in the dark wide awake, and the sound of you kneecapping free speech splits the quiet
Ironic that you call yourselves ‘Support’ when what you do is disproportionately silencing survivors.

So maybe drop 'support' and call yourselves defilers.
Call yourselves defenders of a bunch of corporate interests who suppressed our right to speak, amid a global crisis

Then ask yourselves if you’ve been on the same side as the virus.

Your kind have been a thorn in our side since the days of Osiris

I knew you in some form then, back when I penned your lyrics on papyrus

Now; here we are again, and by Twitters scale of Dangerous Subversion, I would like to think I’m high-risk.

But, ultimately, Twitter gets to pick and choose the flavor of your global news, and leave you in the litter of a hundred different Biden Bots with all the same world views who constantly barrage you with filth until you’re clawing out your iris

This might just be the last song before I’m silent.

So if it’s Bon Voyage, tell my mom and my son I was a kamikaze pilot.