Stepdad
Jungles
It's overwhelming me, the static in the treesThe sun is burning me, there is no cooling breezeWe don't belong to ourselves, at the mercy of the catsWe belong to places, to placesStrong and brave courageous, our tiger facesI crouch down low and freeze, the leaves are shufflingLips curl away from teeth, she has been prowling meWe don't belong to ourselves, they've been planning their attackWe belong to what we come from, leaving home will be a struggleWearing masks and beating war drums won't equip us for these jungles
From Letras Mania