FEBRUARY//2012
i'm a girl i'm a girl i'm a girl
oh my god i'm a girl
and when i dance
strange things happen
like melodies take shape
and eyes change lanes
and i become the anger the amusement the need
of all the women who have worn my blood
the women for whom i am another chance, a hope for our future,

who were asked not to dance, (not to dance?!!!)
too sexual
too impractical
too free, too alive
who bled from their wombs just to scream
who hid their wilderness in a pair of jeans
who never stopped dreaming, eyes lingering out the window
hearts snapping
my mother,
my grandmother,
and so and so saint, may they ravage in sleep

and i perform
yes, i perform
and not to see your shit-eating jawdrop
but because performing is living
to move outside yourself, interact with the world,
to know that you are being seen anyway
and so you may as well make it spiritual beautiful
hell, shakespeare said it, no? all the world's a stage.

it's not so scarey when you take responsibility
for the character you create.
and you are creating, aren't you?
the way i see it,
we wear masks now having seen each other's real faces
we wear godshifting costumes
knowing that we'd give it all away