| Bones in Her Nose I love her |
| She�s got bones in her nose, that fiery woman With her curled hair like sugar cane and her Blue eyes like Novacaine Shooting lightning at the sun from her Wonder Woman gun. Her hide isn�t tender, her fingers aren�t pretty They�ve been working too hard in rape-created waste So long that the hurt is all she can taste Making bitter juice between her teeth, making her hard against the grief. That�s not to say her icy eyes don�t shed tears But she laughs as she does it, grooves as she shoves it Screams as she loves it, and weeps the wounds away. From a superficial day She takes meaning. And in her haste to lay to waste all pain that patriarchy brought She makes men wriggle, squirm and squiggle Mumble, jitter, dance and cough Man-hater, feminazi, skanky-ass lesbian She wears these titles like a loose snake�s skin And sheds them as each day begins. She�s got bones in her nose, that woman of power Don�t squeeze her too hard, or she�ll crackle and pop Yeah, those bones dissolve with a solitary drop In a wicked millisecond a loving man who beckons Brings her to her knees in a puddle And makes her wonder Is it right that it all can be good For just one night? |
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