I want you to be my brother
The brother that I knew when I met you

I want to reclaim the safety
That naturally enveloped me

I want you to be the brother
The one that I could trust like no other

I've been painfully missing my brother
The brother that you used to be

The problem is that you don't miss your sister
You do not miss me

peace, she wrote on the wall of the house
the one wall that remained standing
scared to death, she wrote the only word that she dared to dream
peace, a mythical concept
a fictional character
rare and unfamiliar
she wrote on the wall and kept her peace alive
when the bombs rained down, she left this world smiling

we can talk about beauty if you want
we can talk about the beauty that's constantly enforced
we can talk about fashion magazines
fake eyelashes
gucci sunglasses
tiaras
sashes
homecoming queens

we can talk about beauty if you want
we can talk about the beauty that is slowly dying out
my beauty is a little bit different
it is not found in measurements
my beauty is the sunset over the coast line
the crinkles on her mouth formed by a natural smile
my beauty is a man who doesn't ask for *** but holds my hand
accepting me for who i am

we can talk about beauty if you want
it just depends what beauty you are thinking of
we can talk about beauty for sure
but are we talking about my beauty or yours?

I picked her from the garden of Eden
My sweet forbidden rose
The petals of her thighs are a gift that only women have known
I plucked her from the rose bush and felt a pain in my side
A thorn had pierced me deeply and I began to cry
I was destined to be connected to the thorn for life
When sweet forbidden roses were my true desire
I dropped her in the garden of Eden
Along with my hopes and dreams
Now the wound in my side is my constant reminder
Of what could have been

I hold her to my chest
She is perfect
In this moment I blissfully forget
All the rigid 90's concepts
About sexuality
Heaven forbid we be who we want to be
All the strict social standards
Demanding to be met
The heterosexual marriage
The kids
The house
The picket fence
It was my ideal 90's dream
To be a suburban queen
Funny how a dream can turn into a cage
A man who vows to love you can turn on you with rage
Holding the girl was the perfect escape
From a place gone stale with pain
I hold her to my chest
She is perfect
When I am with her I am who I am meant to be
I throw away the picket fence
I wave my flag
I don't have to pretend
I hold her to my chest
In this moment beauty is everywhere
In her embrace
I finally feel safe
Holding the girl erases all the shame

i am not afraid of you leaving again
if you do i'll just be grateful that you were indeed my friend
creativity was our sacred safety
trying to sing with our butterfly wings
i am not afraid of you leaving again
if you need to fly, here is your freedom