Skunk

Written By Loui Crow
Skunk
Loui Crow - Not Streaming Yet

[INTRO]

Little one, I see you shrinking.
I know that feeling.
I know the weight of feeling like you don't have a place in this world.
I know the voice that says no one wants you here.

I am Skunk.
I'm here to remind you to claim your space.

[VERSE 1]

The moon is half light, half dark.
This is the moment of decision.
The little one inside says:
"It's easier to hide. The world is so harsh."

I am skittish. I jump at every shadow.

What if I am just garbage?
What if I am the part that should be thrown away?

Skunk scratches the dirt:
"No. Garbage is a word. You are not garbage. The word is wrong."

Mark your ground.
Protect what is around.
Neutralize the threat.
Let the energy redirect.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Oh, coming closer?
Okay.
Here's my tail.
Sure about this?

I can spray ten feet with accuracy.
I know where my boundary ends.
I am giving a chance to leave.
The musk rises from my tail.
The nausea and blindness are only temporary.
No one needs to be hurt.
I give plenty of warning.

[CHORUS]

I will not hurt you.
I will not let you hurt me.
This space is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Skunk is not sorry.
Mark the territory.
This space is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

[VERSE 2]

Little one says:
"I still say sorry too much."

Skunk stomps.

The real fight is you against you.

Your self hate is the old story.

Sorry is the apology for existing.

Sorry is a wall. The one you built to keep yourself small.

Stomp the shame, take up space.
Your talk is your walk.
Say it with me:
"I am not sorry anymore!"

[CHORUS]

I will not hurt you.
I will not let you hurt me.
This space is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Skunk is not sorry.
Mark the territory.
This space is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

[BRIDGE]

Little one, you can spray if you need to.
Spray if you have to.
A territory unmarked invites anyone in.
Claim the space. You are not prey.

I am the boundary.
The ground remembers who stands here.
I am with you.

[CHORUS]

I will not hurt you.
I will not let you hurt me.
This space is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Skunk is not sorry.
Mark the territory.
This space is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

[OUTRO]

I am the boundary.
The right to exist.
I am Skunk.
I am safe.

I will not hurt you.
I will not let you hurt me.
This space is mine.

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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