Go through the motions
Keep your disloyal eyes down
Bare, don't share that sparkle
Unless it is earned in earnest
Emotional, crazy, unstable,
Whatever the other mirrors call you, ignore
Says more about them and their place than yours
Step through each step
Regret nothing
Especially your way of being
Sharp to some
But mostly those who would steal your sunlight,
There are crows pecking at my eyes,
A boulder lodged in intestines
And all the while, all the while
You shine for everyone else.
Fuck the wealth of friendship,
When it wears you thin
Your hips became razors when you let him in
Over correction is your MO
And now your heart is guarded by barbed wire.
Hardly surprising,
You can't define between love and charity
Peace and unity
Us and them, we and me,
Grow up child, run in your bare feet
Laugh at the grown ups sweating in their leathered feet
You get to die at fifty, remember?
That was the deal the seer made,
Walking past a cavalcade of breeders,
Past a mountain of over mothered men
I thought you said you were a lesbian,
So why the fuck are you pretending to fit in?
Since when does Hetero satisfy your womanly bleeding?
Since when have men lifted you in protection,
Egos bent on destruction
Ownership and devastation
Squash me down for womb envy
Women are the creators of men, not men.
Spit out your hurt,
Like he spit on your garden
Accept your lost virtue and innocence
At the hands of the most trusted
No one gives a shit anyway
So you might as well be content
Makes no difference
Whether you unravel these beginnings,
Define these ends or not
You will still rot like the rest
Your time is locked up in your failed existence
You are not special, nor brave,
You are no martyr,
You're a gendered slave,
The worlds past population paved the way for your mending
But you've always been better at ripping than sewing,
You force your care on others
Who don't need or want your attention
Sit the fuck down Jessica, or go to bed
I'm sick of hearing your constant defences
Your feminazi anger and mile high wretchedness
She's not coming back,
Nor is your bruised past, to get you,
So change your skin,
Scrub off the despair and chagrin,
Whack a smile on, stop being s bitch
That's probably not the way to heaven,
And even if it was, you stopped believing in God
Remember?
He's biased towards those you've spent your life escaping
There is no such thing as redemption,
You're not a victim, so take off your cuffs
Unroll your roughness and begin again,
You've always been anonymous to me
And that's where comfort begins.