I threw away my bible
I don’t want your vision of "perfect Jesus" to idol
I hid my Qur'an
I honestly don’t fit in with Islam
I took off my rosemary beads
I tore off my head scarf
The mix of religions is a life I want to leave in the past

And as my mother is fasting on her own I feel so bad
Because she never fails to mention how I celebrate Christmas with my dad
And how I used to pretend I’m not related to her
Only said I’m Jamaican not Indian
And how I only know my family in Jamaica

I don’t like her side only because they don’t accept me
It's almost like I hate her side because they want to change me
My mother has pride in India
And I respect her for that
But if in India I feel resented, then its only human I don’t want to go back

Lipstick on
Intense eyes
Tight dress
Which climbs up my thighs

Good girl gone bad is how my mother describes me
Young girl grown up is how my friends see me
the sad thing is...
I'm just trying to make my mark on this world as Lorii.