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letra de 21st century girls - alice collier

we are the melancholic generation
with beautiful pictures
fated tragedy, like ms. monroe
jealousy and insecurity do not equate to madness
content everywhere saying be that girl
you are not that girl
if you become like everyone else

this is not paranoia
this is realistic fear
we sing, “girls just want to walk home,”
“girls just want to walk home.”
we sing
“her kiss, taste the revolution
tastе the revolution
taste it.”
girls just want to walk homе

attain the look that boys admire
an emaciated body of a youthful child
k!lling for peace, virginity for s-x
why do you prefer men wielding guns over men holding hands?
what if you were repulsed by rape instead of natural cycles?
they painted the muse
then called her unattractive
my body is mine; i shall do as i wish with it
concern yourself with your own sins
for you will not be questioned about mine
my nudity is the world’s creation
this is not paranoia
this is realistic fear
we sing, “girls just want to walk home,”
“girls just want to walk home.”
we sing
“her kiss, taste the revolution
taste the revolution
taste it.”
girls just want to walk home

and he doesn’t seem to understand
that the body matures
yes read that again
it’s only your body maturing not you
you know it, dear
i seek power so they do not wield theirs against me
oh, am i a man?
then why are you threatened by my authority?

you did this to me—
not i, but you
all of you
i relive memories of empty photographs
haunted by demons and predators that stole my innocence
i’m not naive anymore because when i was i would play dangerous
the words serve and pleasure intertwined into my psyche from an age below my years
i’m aware
still, i cannot find peace in the night
nor walk home alone without the weight of death bearing down on me
the thought of someone looking at me
seeing me as a man in sheep’s clothing
and k!lling me
i can’t hold a simple conversation
without it twisting into something about s-x
either that or an awkward silence
i can’t look in the mirror
without seeing the child inside me scream
and i can’t hope for golden dreams
for i believe that i will simply end up dead before thirty
after the climax
after what transpires next
after the climax
will they still be here to hold and cherish me?
remember when you
didn’t stop
even when i begged you too
after the climax
what else can i do?
abstainted from all of it
had to reset my body
after the climax
me crying is your favourite view
after the climax
for her beauty she was violated
and for her ugliness she was k!lled
i’m running and i’m setting the stage
allow me to reintroduce myself

- alice collier

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