Pleasant Lyrics

Am I only of value if I'm pleasing to your eyes

Am I only the shape of my body

Have I only a lovely voice to sing pleasant songs

Am I only a smile in your pocket

To be pulled out and looked at and fondled

Am I only a warm place of comfort

Soft and careful to not be a bother

Delicate, and heavy as stone

Pale skin and brittle bone

Though my wrists may seem too thin for the burden

My hands seem much larger once they've found your throat

Steel to the ground where I will die by my father

Raze the earth into a field of hatred

While the men that reap it wear their smiling faces

I will hide my hair and flatten my body with armor

I'll be burned down to nothing, but all fury and fervor