My body is neatly wrapped,
In a black dress, strapped down and found trapped,
Floating aimlessly on open waters,
In a coffin, put together by some unskilled carpenters.

It is January,
I’m waiting for my daddy,
He promised to be home by seven,
I can play with him then.

I kept myself in a shell,
My ultimate way to rebel,
Against those who dishonor me,
Against those who judge my journey.