How to Win a War

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Timaj Garad

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We search for stars in the middle of the day
For a light that could make it feel okay
Practice our aim
Shoot for stars in the pouring rain
Shooting at the heavens when we know that we should reach instead
For what was stolen in our girlhood
To be ourselves, to be ourselves
Brave face just to make it through the day
They try to tame but we breaking through the cage
Need change we gon' make it our way
Breakaway, breakaway
And it's okay
You don't have to put the fire out when sparks fly
And they tell you you're a hazard
You don't have to evacuate yourself like you don't matter
They said I wasn't supposed to grow a fire
It's too dangerous, too passionate, too imaginative
I might burn too hard
Might burn this place down
Turn this place around on its head
Just lay your head on the ground like a good girl
Good girls fight with water
They are cool like the breeze
What's the meaning of all this heat
They said you might burn us into oblivion
And in a world where everything is burning
Sits the human heart in yearning
Like a quiet grenade with a quivering pin that's twisting inside us
Afraid of losing form
So afraid it will lose itself if not put together
Telling lies about itself in its pretty little cage
Well I am the blood from a bitten tongue that lets you know it's not okay to silence yourself
You will be okay in the heat of your flame
That quiver you feel means you're deeply alive telling stories by your fireplace
So tell me your dangerous story
Tell me about that time that it was winter in your heart
And you made yourself fall just to change the seasons
Brave face just to make it through the day
They try to tame but we breaking through the cage
Need change we gon' make it our way
Breakaway, breakaway
And it's okay
She told me that we could try to make back the love that was stolen in our girlhood
That if only we could make fire out of rose petals
We would incinerate the flowers
The ones we used pluck to decide whether he loved us or not
Incinerate the painfully pretty flowers
Until they could no longer call us little girls and use our bodies like playgrounds
Playgrounds are war zones too sometimes, she said
Like bedrooms, like flesh, like open heart surgery you perform on yourself
Like going to war with yourself for yourself when no one else will fight for you

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