[The Girl Who Forgot How to Speak] [Genre: Country Rap / Hick-Hop Vibe: Gritty, Defiant, Emotional Music Style Prompt: Gritty Country Rap. Trap drums, acoustic guitar, fast female rap flow, soaring melodic chorus. Defiant and raw energy.] (Intro) (Acoustic guitar strums a minor chord, then a heavy trap beat drops in with a deep bass) Yeah. You told me to think before I speak? That’s funny. I’ve been thinking for twenty years. Now it’s time to talk. (Verse 1 - Rapped, fast flow) Spanish was my lullaby, my first world in the sun Before the system came and took the keys and then I had to run. Eight years old in a stranger’s house, I had to keep it low A speech disorder tied my tongue, I had nowhere to go. You said it’s like a bicycle, a ride you don't forget But you never had your language stripped to pay a trauma debt. I was almost mute, a ghost inside the hallway of the gray Waiting for a voice to find me, waiting for the words to say. (Chorus - Melodic, Anthemic) You call it a vomit, I call it a flood I’m washing all the silence out of my blood. You told me "think before I speak" like my power is a leak Like the girl who found her voice is somehow "unattractive" or weak. But I remember the Spanish, I remember the pain And I’m never gonna go back to being quiet again! (Verse 2 - Rapped) My adopted mother corrected me, she polished up the stone She gave me back the intellect I had to build alone. I pride myself on how I talk, the way I bridge the gap I don't need a man to tell me that my grammar is a trap. So when I "over-explain" or I connect the dots too fast I’m just making up for every single year I had to last. It’s not "annoying," it’s a victory, a miracle of sound The girl who forgot how to speak is finally being found! (Verse 3 - Rapped, aggressive) I assist in the surgery, I’m seeing hearts beat While you’re sitting on the couch just watching the street. I handle the trauma, the blood, and the bone But you treat my spirit like a broken-down zone. You told me lose the "independent title" just to please your pride But I’m the most resilient woman that you’ve ever had inside. I’ve got four bedrooms and my name is on the deed Your approval is the only thing I don’t—and won't—need! (Bridge - Slow, rhythmic build) (Beat drops out, just a steady clap) I remember the Spanish. I remember the silence. I remember the foster care. I remember the "ugh" in my gut. (Beat slams back in) Don't tell me to think. Just listen! (Chorus - Melodic, Anthemic) You call it a vomit, I call it a flood I’m washing all the silence out of my blood. You told me "think before I speak" like my power is a leak Like the girl who found her voice is somehow "unattractive" or weak. And I’m never gonna go back to being quiet again! (Outro - Rapped fade) "Ima get at you later?" Naw, I’m getting at me now. Four-day weekend. I’m the hero. I found my voice. Keep the bicycle. I’m flying. (End)