.i think you knowMore Like This
of hair wound tight round a hand like rope
of thoughts that sail in and let down anchor
in the night, sleep drifting away on the black tide,
i think you know of god up in the crow's nest, keeping watch
his eyes have rolled at us so much they rattle, loose now
in their pits like marbles, they say he knows
i have examined the slides of my childhood, uprooted my body,
yanked myself out of my years with my own gloved hand
like a weed and stared in disgust, it's only natural
that you should still want to sleep with one arm over
your head, she said, don't you think?
i think the sun lit up
the world's scars
and felt bad, hung its head
through the horizon
and cried in shame
now i don't think it's ever
going to stop raining
(i am holding up my mind, i am shoving it in your face)
I will paint myself the colors that I want.I will paint myself the colors that I want.More Like This
I will wear the masks I choose to wear.
I will sing these songs with words of my own making.
I will dance these dances with my own steps. In my own time.
I will paint myself the colors that I want.
I will wear the lies I choose to wear.
I will think my own thoughts.
Choose my own mistakes.
Choose my own triumphs.
Choose my own desires.
I will dream my own dreams.
I will bleed when I want to. Cry when I want to.
I will let creation hear my laughter. When I choose to.
I Will. At my own choosing.