Stacey Smith

Anger’s a motherfucker, tearing through my chest,
Ripping out the bullshit I tried to digest.
Fuck the mothers fucking privilege,
Mums with kids acting like they are owed the world,
Draped in sympathy, exceptions and handouts.
But the childless get zilch, no mercy, no kindness, no grace,
Left to fight silent wars and erased without a trace.

This rage is fire, scorching every scar,
Fueling the fight to be who the hell we are.
We too deserve respect, recognition and a place in this world.
I’m breaking chains, no more damn disguise,
Fueled by fury, but I’ll rise,
As I am well versed in being labeled the bad guy,
And I refuse to remain a captive prisoner to this pain.

I’m fighting fire with fury,
Because, why be repeatedly burned?
When you can burn the whole damn place down!