Been feeling beaten and bruised by the UK benefits system lately.
Both my son (autistic) and I (Fibromyalgia etc) have lost our benefits because some lying PIP assessor "thinks" we don't have the problems we say we do.
Thankfully my daughter (autistic) has received hers and by rights I should re-apply for my son and myself but I just haven't felt up to it.
I slept over 24 hours woke up and was yawning, how is that living a life?
The PIP assessors do all they can to belittle you and kick any sort of fight out of you. They get bonuses for kicking as many people as possible off benefits! So much for a caring society!
Yesterday I heard one of my favourite singers sing this and the words spoke to me.
The DWP want nothing more than to keep us quiet. They want us beaten down and broken and sorry but God gave me a gob for a reason and I intend to use it.
See if these lyrics speak to you and enjoy Carrie Hope Fletcher's rendition of the song....
Here comes a wave
Meant to wash me away
A tide that is taking me under
Swallowing sand
Left with nothing to say
My voice drowned out in the thunder
But I won't cry
And I won't start to crumble
Whenever they try
To shut me or cut me down
I won't be silenced
You can't keep me quiet
Won't tremble when you try it
All I know is I won't go speechless
'Cause I'll breathe
When they try to suffocate me
Don't you underestimate me
'Cause I know that I won't go speechless
Written in stone
Every rule, every word
Centuries old and unbending
Stay in your place
Better seen and not heard
But now that story is ending
'Cause I
I cannot start to crumble
So come on and try
Try to shut me and cut me down
I won't be silenced
You can't keep me quiet
Won't tremble when you try it
All I know is I won't go speechless
Speechless
Source: Musixmatch
