XVII

You're brutally misunderstood
people don’t recognize you but by now they should/ You’re one in a thousand who sees more
Like the cracks and splits in the ugly floor/ And I know if by now the chance you would/ Pick up your things, leave this town if you could/ But you can’t remove that tug pulling from your core/ You cannot see yourself walk out the door/ Girl you will always be the same
You’re the only one that you have got to blame/ Sorry, dear I know it’s such a shame
That I know you and I don’t recall the name/
December and your hands are cold/ You’re still around, you’re getting old/ You ain’t rich and you ain’t poor/ Stayed for glory and all you ever got was gore/ You're still around with everyone else is striking gold
Thought you would make some, but you never even sold/ You’re never going to find what you’re looking for/ Stop breathing when you exit my front door/
She stood up and smiled like a devil/ Only God know what she had in mind/ And God how I love her/ But my heart won't keep up to my tortured mind/
It's getting late, you should really go/ nobody wants you in their home/ I never thought'd come to this/ You're just someone I'm never gonna miss/
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ARMS OF THE




Enemy

They hold us down with the left/ and sell us guns with the right/ and say that they don’t know where they come from/ as they watch us die tonight/ it’s getting harder to be neutral/ it’s getting’ easy to pull the trigger/ and when a gun’s in my hand and fear in my heart/ I’ll become like them I figure/ 
I didn’t think it would end this way/ the blood, the pride on my hands/ to die in the arms of the enemy/ to die in the arms of the enemy/ 
Waterworks at the Bellagio/ as earth children suck life from a straw/ live in excess and fellatio/ they claw for their lives till they are raw/ declare war upon the radio/ static attack drowning you/ mask the truth with the lies you know/ this nation is slowly killing you/ 
I didn’t think it would end this way/ the blood, the pride on my hands/ to die in the arms of the enemy/ to die in the arms of the enemy/ 
I sit quietly, I know/ the man with the gun has authority/ I sit humbly, I am/ the ill-forgotten minority/ I stand politely, I know/ that I challenge a majority/ I speak violently, I am/ a path to our equality/ 
I didn’t think it would end this way/ the blood, the pride on my hands/ to die in the arms of the enemy/ to die in the arms of the enemy/




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The Beast

Cat eyes/ in third world demise/ and bloodstains on the lines/ of the child in my father’s eyes/ stories of the battles/ fought for dignity’s sake/ For pride and for the name/ and from the mistake/ of standing up/ against the beast/ whose only light burns/ when we bleed/ when we bleed/ We’re all left alone/ and those thoughts they can think/ and they silently spell out/ what that makes me weak/ but I am my own/ my own fate I seek/ it’s slowly burning out/ the future’s growing bleak/ I am breaking down/ from fighting against the beast/ who lives in the darkest place/ breaks me till I bleed/ until I bleed/ I can’t blink/ If my head won’t think/ Hide my hand/ and drown in drink/ Because who I was/ Is on the brink/ When dignity sinks/ I start to think/ Of standing up/ against the beast/ whose only light burns/ when we bleed/




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Aspasia

She has no name to remember her for/ but I remember her eyes as she walked out the door/ her mind is pained, yet relentless to the war/ that plagues her heart, that demands so much more/ 
Spider fingers pull on lace ties/ unravel the mystery in her pale smooth thighs/ perhaps unravel the mystery in her eyes/ and the birds sing as they go- by and by/ 
She was the golden bird perched on the balcony/ who sang her song to the courters and the buyers/ swayed by riches and sirens with voices of honey/ disappeared in the arms of masquerading liars/ 
Six winters passed and her presence is still there/ dusk till dawn, make up like a geisha, flower in her hair/ never bothered to ask the name, I would only stare/ as conquistadors would march off with their share/ 
She was the golden bird perched on the balcony/ who sang her song to the courters and the buyers/ swayed by riches and sirens with voices of honey/ disappeared in the arms of masquerading liars/ 
And she can no longer carry her shame, not with all her might/ and her life has now come and gone like a flashing light/ in those eyes I see no mystery, but a terror and a fright/ of a woman doing what she must in the late hours of the night/ 
She was the golden bird perched on the balcony/ who sang her song to the courters and the buyers/ swayed by riches and sirens with voices of honey/ disappeared in the arms of masquerading liars/



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NOONE

They left you behind/ you’re a dog in the rain/ I don’t ever see him/ he’s just piss down a drain/ and you’re crying all alone/ ‘cause no one is around/ you only ever cry alone/ you never make a sound/ 
Beautiful, eighteen/ exiled from her land/ queen of no one/ this is your last stand/ grabbing with your fists the world/ but there’s nothing in your hand/ queen of no one/ why don’t you show me something grand?/ 
And your folks, they’re not around/ let you find your own way/ mama’s boy, he wouldn’t know/ maybe he’ll know one day/ now you’re crying all alone/ ‘cause no one wants to stay/ and now he’s gone and all you say is/ “come what won’t and come what may”/ 
Beautiful, eighteen/ exiled from her land/ queen of no one/ this is your last stand/ grabbing with your fists the world/ but there’s nothing in your hand/ queen of no one/ why don’t you show me something grand?/ 
And you’re fighting, you’re fighting/ trying the best you can/ but there’s no one around you/ who will hold your hand/ and the voices, the voices/ they’re screaming their demand/ is it worth it, worth it/ to even try and stand?/ 
Beautiful, eighteen/ exiled from her land/ queen of no one/ this is your last stand/ grabbing with your fists the world/ but there’s nothing in your hand/ queen of no one/ why don’t you show me something grand?/