Barred
Oh my stars, oh my lord
I got my tongue tied with a cord
Near the crowd; among the people—
Stitch my lips up with a needle.
Shut the door now, stop the creaking
Or the grandma will start shrieking
Stop the marriage, kill the firstborn
Don’t care if that makes my mother mourn.
Hide the faces, sweep the floor
Shake the sin out of your core
If the father finds you cheating
You won’t escape without a beating.
Keep the words now, stuff them in
Let the baby choke within.
Make the plant grow, now pluck it out
Weep with sorrow, mingle with doubt.
Past midnight, lock the door
Step outside, are you sure?
Stuck hard, buried deep
Wear that skirt, aren't you cheap?
Bite down your cheeks till blood runs thin
See the righteous point and grin;
Pray to God, then hide the bruise
In this house, you always lose.
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