It's open season as we walk down the street
we were just keeping to ourselves
when cat calls, and whistles came to us
at the age of twelve
and, we looked to our fathers or, brothers to understand
they took us by the hand
saying,
"It's open season on little girls
now you'll have to put away your dolls n' things
go put on mommy's lipstick, and paint your face
here are some tall boots
and -- a black top with silk n' lace"
Those of us that survived
knew that it was a higher education
that would help us thrive
there were always the ones that sold out
and, you can see them on the street
the challenges of open season
just too great for them to meet.

The twitter bird is blue
How I feel without you

Merry What?
Did I hear you right?
In this day
You have the audacity
To wish me
What?
Haven't you been paying attention?
You must have been out of the country.
You can't be serious.
It's Holidays or Seasons.
A fatwa has been proclaimed;
A jihad has been called,
The synagogue curtain is torn,
Graves open when that word's spoken.
We don't start the day
With The Lord's Prayer,
And you think you
Can get away
With wishing someone
A Merry Christmas?
HOHOHO LOL.

I told you I tripped today
cause I stumbled over my own foot,
that I'm so clumsy.

But really,
I stumbled cause I was trying to please you,
to get our team that goal,
and maybe you would be able to see me.

The whole time,
I was literally "falling" harder for you.