Whatever dirt they throw at you, it simply won’t stick
A whore,
A phoney,
A little bitch,
A dyke,
Call me whatever you please,
Call me whatever you like
You shame the stretch marks on my belly,
And on my child carrying hips
You even got offended
When I kiss my kid on the lips
My this is too that
And my that is too this
What is the point ‘hating’ that I obviously miss
But when I let go
And stand for what’s ‘me’
I can truly be happy
I can truly be free
My skin once was damaged,
but now it is thick
So whatever dirt you throw at me…
It simply won’t stick