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I am a scientist No I am a woman Yes Sometimes I feel like one over the other It’s so much easier for me to be **** for you than it is to be smart You could see me make the long draws and pauses with the press of my lips in the light of a projector Or you could see my lips become one with you Tick tock tick tock Such little time to find who you are inside I have the arms that come from the walls and shush me and mock me and pin me down and remind me what I really am And then the song I’ve been meant to sing tells me differently But in the flash I quickly turn from what was flesh into something with meaning and purpose and that’s nice and all but after a night of listening to you bellow about all of that science **** I’d just like to see you on my bed Where’s those **** pics? Where’s my invitation? Where’s that pretty little smile? Who asked you? When did toppling down the mountain that is woman become such a sport to the hungry lions circling the den? You can be smart but you can’t be **** And you can be **** but you definitely can’t be smart. There’s this never ending cycle with the click of a flash and there I am in all my glory back to the arms in the walls pushing me and prodding me and beckoning me with their ***** fingernails. I am a scientist, Yes, A woman.
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
I am Woman
I am a scientist No I am a woman Yes Sometimes I feel like one over the other It’s so much easier for me to be **** for you than it is to be smart You could see me make the long draws and pauses with the press of my lips in the light of a projector Or you could see my lips become one with you Tick tock tick tock Such little time to find who you are inside I have the arms that come from the walls and shush me and mock me and pin me down and remind me what I really am And then the song I’ve been meant to sing tells me differently But in the flash I quickly turn from what was flesh into something with meaning and purpose and that’s nice and all but after a night of listening to you bellow about all of that science **** I’d just like to see you on my bed Where’s those **** pics? Where’s my invitation? Where’s that pretty little smile? Who asked you? When did toppling down the mountain that is woman become such a sport to the hungry lions circling the den? You can be smart but you can’t be **** And you can be **** but you definitely can’t be smart. There’s this never ending cycle with the click of a flash and there I am in all my glory back to the arms in the walls pushing me and prodding me and beckoning me with their ***** fingernails. I am a scientist, Yes, A woman.
kaitlin-frost
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
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