| The Box of Lesbianism I looked for a way To capture my thoughts And push away the conviction that persulated through my veins I tried to fight, while letting curiosity take me over And in the end I wasn't sure whether I had lost Or won But it seemed like neither would satisfy my heart I tried to wear your clothes But they never fit quite the way they would on you The loop became too hard to follow and I wondered if it would ever meet the conclusion But you told me the loop didn't fall around us That we were tied together But the strings that threded through our hearts met its termination And with or without you I still looked for the shadow that fit our impression And still I sit here Listening to the stinging songs on the radio And dreaming of times less spent But wondering where my hands belong And I fell into a box The perfect box of lesbianism The stains on the outside told me to look inside Some were painted and some were real And the box was filled with air But when I looked inside I knew that I had become trapped And I knew that nothing would ever be again the way it was For the box of lesbianism had grabbed my breasts and Pulled me into a hole And as they screamed vulgarities at me I held onto the hand I felt around waist And through the dark I wanted to burn the box But somehow I found a light The light that still make the endless tears flow When I think of the box Of Lesbianism. Amanda |