Siapa tu siapa?

It sounds like an internal revolution in three chords and a hundred ‘none of your business.’ This isn't about modesty - it's about armour made of confidence, silk and audacity. Every syllable is like a snap of the fingers in the face of doubt, every line is a small manifesto of freedom: be whoever you want, wear whatever you want, and don't ask for permission. The world will whisper behind your back, of course, but that only makes the beat louder, your gait more confident, and your gaze more ‘yes, so what?’