Parts of me are wailing
I cut them off
to live here with you
since I was born here
I didn't have much choice
Get along

Over time, as I became older
I realized how much
has been cut off
we have to accept
to be a part of home
gritting girls

What is boiling here
has always been boiling
against your dense
insulating narrative
in defense of which
you cannot feel

anything but righteous
a feeling I know I feel
when I am powerful
and wrong wronging
it's just that this was
something else it was
survival, just isn't anymore