Its ringing, its ringing
Pick up! I say
What parts of my speech do you wish to push away?
What will you avoid by declining the call?
Do you think you I’ll back down? Do you think I will fall?
For you to hear my words, how must I reach out?
Must I dance? Must I sing? Must I scream, must I shout?
What will take for your mind to open and see
That we wish for love, we wish for equality
Before we had no phones, no way to speak, to scream
But now that we do, we are declined, with it, our dreams
Of a place where my caste and creed do not say
The life that I live, what my gender dictates
In the new day and age, where we can call out to you
Why do you ignore the ringing? Why can’t you hear us too?
When we speak of the misfortune, the hate, the rages
That we have kept inside us for days, for ages
You pretend our words are faulty, not clear
A twisted, broken speech, irrelevant to hear
And why is that when the rich man phones?
His words are loud, so powerful his tone
But his words are of those of a distant time
Where the lives of our daughters, were not more than a crime
Where our sons burned with the weight of the world
But you still will not hear us, just a child, just a girl.
Why are my calls going unheard?
Just pick up the phone, go on, it won’t hurt!
Because for so long, my siblings have played this game
Living in a state of stereotypes and shame
So just pick up the phone, please, for one day
Push your ideas aside, listen to what we say
You will hear that we ask for an equal path
Where we are not scared to pursue any track
Where our caste does not prove our gender roles
And our ideas and thoughts, they are heard, not ignored
Where we are free to express, to say what we feel
Instead of hiding within your rules, behind bars of steel
A chance to prove we are one of the same
Regardless of creed, culture, education, and age
Yes, I am only young, and ringing the phone
But I have so much to say, and I’m not alone
We can do so much, pick up and hear us say!
That we wish for an equal future where your child can be safe
Pick up! I say
What parts of my speech do you wish to push away?
What will you avoid by declining the call?
Do you think you I’ll back down? Do you think I will fall?
For you to hear my words, how must I reach out?
Must I dance? Must I sing? Must I scream, must I shout?
What will take for your mind to open and see
That we wish for love, we wish for equality
Before we had no phones, no way to speak, to scream
But now that we do, we are declined, with it, our dreams
Of a place where my caste and creed do not say
The life that I live, what my gender dictates
In the new day and age, where we can call out to you
Why do you ignore the ringing? Why can’t you hear us too?
When we speak of the misfortune, the hate, the rages
That we have kept inside us for days, for ages
You pretend our words are faulty, not clear
A twisted, broken speech, irrelevant to hear
And why is that when the rich man phones?
His words are loud, so powerful his tone
But his words are of those of a distant time
Where the lives of our daughters, were not more than a crime
Where our sons burned with the weight of the world
But you still will not hear us, just a child, just a girl.
Why are my calls going unheard?
Just pick up the phone, go on, it won’t hurt!
Because for so long, my siblings have played this game
Living in a state of stereotypes and shame
So just pick up the phone, please, for one day
Push your ideas aside, listen to what we say
You will hear that we ask for an equal path
Where we are not scared to pursue any track
Where our caste does not prove our gender roles
And our ideas and thoughts, they are heard, not ignored
Where we are free to express, to say what we feel
Instead of hiding within your rules, behind bars of steel
A chance to prove we are one of the same
Regardless of creed, culture, education, and age
Yes, I am only young, and ringing the phone
But I have so much to say, and I’m not alone
We can do so much, pick up and hear us say!
That we wish for an equal future where your child can be safe
