The Canvas Was Never Shame

Verse 1 They call it sin when a woman owns her skin, But call it power when the world looks in. Paint me in whispers, then punish the frame, You love the fire, but you curse the flame. I was not born to be hidden in guilt, Not just a body for judgment to tilt. If sex has always been rhythm and art, Why do they fear when it comes from my heart? Pre-Chorus As long as it’s chosen, As long as it’s clear, As long as we’re willing, What shame lives here? Chorus Don’t put your labels on me, Don’t dress my freedom in your fear. I’m not your rumor, not your warning, Not the dirty little story you hear. If love is a canvas, if touch is a spark, Then why do you shame women for making art? I won’t bow, I won’t hide, I won’t carry your scars, Sex has always been an art. Verse 2 They teach us “be pretty,” then punish desire, Tell us to glow, then condemn the fire. They want the softness, they want the show, But hate when a woman says yes or says no. Negative names thrown like stones at our feet, For the same kind of hunger they praise in the street. But my body is mine, not a courtroom debate, My pleasure is sacred, not something to hate. Pre-Chorus As long as it’s honest, As long as it’s free, As long as there’s consent, Let women just be. Chorus Don’t put your labels on me, Don’t dress my freedom in your fear. I’m not your rumor, not your warning, Not the dirty little story you hear. If love is a canvas, if touch is a spark, Then why do you shame women for making art? I won’t bow, I won’t hide, I won’t carry your scars, Sex has always been an art. Bridge You can’t call me broken For choosing my own name. You can’t call me dirty Because I won’t wear your shame. My “yes” is a language, My “no” is a wall. Respect is the standard, Or you don’t get in at all. Final Chorus Don’t put your labels on me, Don’t make my freedom disappear. I am the painter, I am the body, I am the truth you’re scared to hear. If love is a canvas, if touch is a spark, Then why do you shame women for making art? I won’t bow, I won’t hide, I won’t carry your scars, Sex has always been an art. Outro The canvas was never shame, The body was never blame. Call me by my power, Not by your fear of my name.