I cannot produce,
I cannot be used.
I sit here in dryness,
I call this abuse.

Seeds fall into me,
as they always do,
I cannot grow roses,
& flowers won't bloom.

My purpose stands nowhere,
I cannot see.
Why mother Earth,
would you do this to me?

I want to make tulips,
all lusciously aglow.
But there is a felling,
I'll never know.

Soil infertile,
Soil inebriate.
Why must I suffer,
this horrible fate?

Bring me winter,
Bring me spring,
bring all of the beautiful birds,
to sing.

Let me grow tulips,
let me grow roses.
As the sun shines,
on the children's noses.

Give me a beautiful,
wonderful garden.
Let me grow wood,
Let the tree's roots harden.

Melt this grey,
Turn it black.
Bring me some,
or I'll never come back.

Like a mother's hug when you're here,
and a father's slap when I don't.
Will I continue to sink,
or will I learn to float.

Memories drift away,
my innocence fades to grey.
Days become hell,
Nights become this turtle's shell.

Get me up,
Get me off.
Sell myself,
Let me drop.

Dead social conscious,
emotionally challenged.
desoxyephedrine bound,
My body is rugged.

I love, love, love, you.
You hate, hate, hate me.
I'm cra-cra-crazy.
So make my circuits haywire.

Haywire babe,
'Cuz I'm never gonna change.
Swear I'm deranged,
'Cuz I drink your case.

I don't want your help.
I just want the sex.
I want it fucking rough.
Tell me now, "I'm next".

Use me, abuse me, accuse me seduce me.
Throw me around.
Throw me under the bus.
Get me in, let me over, bail me out.


I love, love, love, you.
You hate, hate, hate me.
I'm cra-cra-crazy.
So make my circuits haywire.

Haywire babe,
'Cuz I'm never gonna change.
Swear I'm deranged,
'Cuz I drink your case.

Taste me,
Waste me,
Come here,
& fucking chase me.

Shoot me down,
hold me up.
Get me off,
Let's corrupt.

Make my circuits haywire,
so I'll never know.
Never show,
I'll never be free.

That nasty frame.
That rusted doorknob.
That scream of terror.
Those needle punctures.

Shoot it up,
Hit it off.
You'll never escape.
It's morbid across.

Will it make me see,
can you make me stop?
Open my eyes,
my soul is locked.

As I drown in flames,
as I burn in water,
I learn my wounds run deep.
Sir, are you my father?

When I die,
I will not rot.
I will crumble,
under the years of pressure I've lived under.

A divine woman.
A captivating soul.
A person to cherish.
An enthralling heart of gold.

Her voice is dulcet.
Her body is perfect.
Take to the alter,
Let her know; "She is worth it".

I look at her,
I see her.
She looks at me.
We see each other.

My tongue dances around hers,
Her eyes glisten with the feel of pleasure.
Our fingers dance in the palms of our hands.
And she smiles.

A smile so delectable,
I take it.
Her vulnerability,
I embrace it.

And when we consummate,
our greatest pleasures achieved,
I will exclaim loudly;
"It tastes like satisfaction"!

I'll cover your eyes,
I'll choke you with soil.
I'll eat your face,
Your skin I'll boil.

I feel like murder,
I feel insane.
I have no conscious.
No shame, shame, shame.

I FEEL LIKE MURDER (MURDER YEAH HOMOCIDE!)
I WANNA WATCH YOU DIE, DIE, DIE!
I FEEL LIKE MURDER (MURDER YEAH HOMOCIDE!)
I'LL FUCKING BURY YOU ALIVE-LIVE-LIVE!

I'm that crazy little bitch your momma told you 'bout.
I don't give a shit of how loud you try to shout.
Jane Doe has risen.
Janie's back from the dead.

Bitch I'll fucking bash you in the head, head head.
Why you callin' out the popo.
Shitty cops can't help you now.
I'll chop up your body, and feed you to my cows.

I FEEL LIKE MURDER (MURDER YEAH HOMOCIDE!)
I WANNA WATCH YOU DIE, DIE, DIE!
I FEEL LIKE MURDER (MURDER YEAH HOMOCIDE!)
I'LL FUCKING BURY YOU ALIVE-LIVE-LIVE!

Boo-fucking-hoo.
I'm the immoral little slut.
But you better watch out,
fucking keep your mouth shut.

As a womyn, I don't want the standards to be "lowered" because they say "you can't work like a man". I want fair & just standards that are considered gender-neutral that could apply to everyone.

As a womyn, I don't want "submission" to be considered my nature.

As a womyn, I want to be a counter-part as opposed to a subset.

As a womyn, I don't want to be hyper-sexualized, but rather sexually embraced & appreciated.

As a womyn, I want to receive the respect I give.

As a womyn, I don't want to be told to "save my sexuality" for "the one" — because "the one doesn't exist.

As a womyn, I want to be considered a human being, as opposed to a second class citizen of my culture & society.
As a womyn, I'm going to be empowered.

Share your womanhood with me.
Be intimate, be strong, be vulnerable, be free.
Loose the chains of "standard" that hold your sovereignty captive,
as independence comes to besiege.

Hold on firmly — the words of which I speak.
Wander throughout your inner cosmos,
let me wander with you.
Pursue every adventure, your desire ensues.

Contend this assuaging journey of us.
We've satisfied our forbidden lust.
Skin like a fresh rose petal, & hair like lamb's wool.
Sista, you've liberated me.

I am a mindless soul.
I wander throughout valleys, & plateau's.
Blindly following the wind.
Dragging my feet to the direction it carries me.

I am a kindred soul.
I run idyllically through the fields of significance.
Sometimes I forget who I am.
And when I do, I feel free.

I am exquisite.
I've somewhat reached my inner divinity.
However, the bold voices in the wind can sometimes misguide me.
When I get lost, I just sit there.

I wait for the wind to guide me again.
When the time comes,
I will know what to do.
And someday, I will guide myself

If I looked after the earth,
I'd burn it in passionate flames.
Bones inherit the soil,
& not left a soul to claim.

The scent of rotting flesh,
brings essence to the finish
Life becomes extinct --
& so has the world within it.

Rich in confinement,
I slowly grow insane.
Soon am I to join them,
hearken shrieks of the claimed.

My name is a song to them,
victims of genocidal insanity.
The voices in my head would claim;
"It's a soon to be fantasy."

The deeds complete,
& all has been fore-said.
I am to dine and dance --
with the souls of the dead.