Yes, we are part of the united States of America. And yes, it is important to be proud Of where you live and come from. But it doesn't matter how united we are. We will always be divided some way. But that's okay. Because we still work together. We're still human. I know you're probably sick of me Saying that word. But the fact is, we can't be proud Of where we live, where we come from. We can't make social change Until we're proud to be what we are. Beautiful, fallible humans.
Two women One sobbing, one singing Two women in one body My body
Two women Separate in emotion and desire Separate by what they see Out their windows
One woman Sees nothing but good. She Is kind and open and she loves continuously She never stops giving and she does Not regret it. Not a bit at all She is a river
One woman Sees the mundane and is reminded Of he, the fire, who hurts her, he who Kills her with his not caring She does not distance herself, fearing she Will lose herself too when she does She is oil- And she hates herself for it
Two women One aching, one at rest United in one vessel of flesh A vessel at war with itself My flesh
You remind me of someone I've met a long time ago I can't put my finger on it But the longer I sit And look into your eyes The present day dies And I am taken back To a distant past Divided by love and war I swear, on my dead corpse, We were together Maybe we're meant for each other Until the end of time?