The Girl who forgot

​(Title: The Girl Who Forgot How to Speak)
​(Verse 1)
Spanish was a lullaby, the first world that I knew
Before the system took the keys and the sky turned grey and blue.
Eight years old in a stranger’s house, silence was my shield
A speech disorder took my words, a wound that never healed.
They say you don't forget the ride, like a bicycle in the park
But you can lose your native tongue when you’re fighting in the dark.
I was almost mute, just a ghost within the walls
Waiting for a name to find me in the foster hallway halls.
​(Chorus)
And now you tell me "think before you speak"
Like my voice is something "unattractive" or something "weak."
But you don’t know the miles I ran to find a single word
Or the "vomit" of my heart is just the sound of being heard.
I’m not a "roundabout" girl, I’m a survivor of the hush
So if my story overflows, I’m not gonna feel the blush.
​(Verse 2)
My adopted mother corrected me, she polished up the stone
She taught me how to carve a life I could call my own.
I pride myself on how I talk, the intellect I found
I built a tower out of language on this holy, broken ground.
So when I "over-explain" or connect the dots too fast
I’m just making up for every year I was told I couldn't last.
It’s not "annoying," it’s a victory; it’s a miracle of sound
The girl who forgot how to speak is finally being found.
​(Bridge)
You didn't believe the Spanish, you didn't believe the pain
You tried to tell me how I felt while I was standing in the rain.
But I have a Bachelor’s in my hand and a fire in my soul
I don't need a man to tell me how to keep myself in control.
If my "extra-curricular" talk is too much for your ears
Maybe you're just threatened by the strength of all these years.
​(Outro)
Go ahead and take your nap, go ahead and "get at me later"
I’m busy being my own hero, my own creator.
I’ll speak when I want.
I’ll say what I feel.
Because the girl who was silent...
Is finally real.

Vulnerable Acoustic Folk style