Caught up in the dresser
The memorabilia of the plethora of women's faces
Socks and ******* link from the drawers
I spent a long time reflecting in the mirror
A wetness of my insides shedding
Naked in the mirror
My skin is a yellow green
My skin is a yellow green
What does that mean mama?

Elected self preservation
Instead of being mounted and cooked
In the lick of mighty flames
That try to diminish
The anchor I cast out
From the siren clad ship
I am captain of.

Sick of competition
Or the hasty hands of men
My bear stared at me with such love last night
As the mushroom I ate
With such desire to see anew
Gave me lights, the obstacle of A to B
And I'm glad he's so solid in himself
As I realized last night
I've been so busy writing my story
Finding my pen as the protagonist
That I haven't really quite let him
Be my partner.

Mind your intention
Meditation
Not up for grabs
Tired of being singled out
All my life
I was the girl in math class
With bright blonde hair
The male teacher loved to call out my name
Just to prove I didn't know.

I sit at the top of my nest
Baby and I ate plentiful nourishment
At the tip top of the night
I'll never forget what my eyes saw
Fleeting foxes
And bouncing punching bags
Like a forlorn puppet
I went through a journey
From A to B.