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'Be a Voice for Those Who Have Prisoner Tongues'

January 24, 2018

 

Halsey's empowering speech

 

Women’s March 2018

 

 

Watch Video of Speech Here. 

 

 

 

“It's 2009 and I'm 14 and I'm crying


Not really sure where I am but I'm holding the hand of my best friend Sam


In the waiting room of a Planned 

Parenthood


The air is sterile and clean, and the walls are that not gray, but green


And the lights are so bright they could burn a hole through the seam of my jeans


My phone is buzzing in the pocket


My mom is asking me if I remembered my keys 'cause she's closing the door and she needs to lock it


But I can't tell my mom where I've gone
I can't tell anyone at all


You see, my best friend Sam was raped by a man that we knew 'cause he worked in the after-school program


And he held her down with her textbook beside her


And he covered her mouth and he came inside her


So now I'm with Sam, at the place with a plan, waiting for the results of a medical exam


And she's praying she doesn't need an abortion, she couldn't afford it


And her parents would, like, totally kill her


It's 2002 and my family just moved and the only people I know are my mom's friends, too, and her son


He's got a case of Matchbox cars and he says that he'll teach me to play the guitar if I just keep quiet


And the stairwell beside apartment 1245 will haunt me in my sleep for as long as I am alive


And I'm too young to know why it aches in my thighs, but I must lie, I must lie


It's 2012 and I'm dating a guy and I sleep in his bed and I just learned how to drive


And he's older than me and he drinks whiskey neat and he's paying for everything


This adult thing is not cheap


We've been fighting a lot, almost 10 times a week


And he wants to have sex, and I just want to sleep


He says I can't say no to him


This much I owe to him


He buys my dinner, so I have to blow him


He's taken to forcing me down on my knees


And I'm confused 'cause he's hurting me while he says please


And he's only a man, and these things he just needs


He's my boyfriend, so why am I filled with unease?


It's 2017 and I live like a queen
And I've followed damn near every one of my dreams


I'm invincible and I'm so f***ing naive
I believe I'm protected 'cause I live on a screen


Nobody would dare act that way around me


I've earned my protection, eternally clean


Until a man that I trust gets his hands in my pants


But I don't want none of that, I just wanted to dance


And I wake up the next morning like I'm in a trance and there's blood
Is that my blood?


Hold on a minute


You see I've worked every day since I was 18


I've toured everywhere from Japan to Mar-a-Lago


I even went on stage that night in Chicago when I was having a miscarriage


I mean, I pied the piper, I put on a diaper


And sang out my spleen to a room full of teens


What do you mean this happened to me?
You can't put your hands on me
You don't know what my body has been through


I'm supposed to be safe now


I earned it


It's 2018 and I've realized nobody is safe long as she is alive


And every friend that I know has a story like mine


And the world tells me we should take it as a compliment


But then heroes like Ashley and Simone and Gabby, McKayla and Gaga, Rosario, Aly
Remind me this is the beginning, it is not the finale


And that's why we're here


And that's why we rally


It's Olympians and a medical resident and not one f***ing word from the man who is President


It's about closed doors and secrets and legs and stilettos from the Hollywood hills to the projects in ghettos


When babies are ripped from the arms of teen mothers and child brides cry globally under the covers


Who don't have a voice on the magazine covers


They tell us take cover


But we are not free until all of us are free


So love your neighbor, please treat her kindly


Ask her story and then shut up and listen


Black, Asian, poor, wealthy, trans, cis, Muslim, Christian


Listen, listen and then yell at the top of your lungs


Be a voice for all those who have prisoner tongues


For the people who had to grow up way too young


There is work to be done


There are songs to be sung


Lord knows there's a war to be won.” 

 

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