Occasionally I will hear a song and become fixated on its lyrics.
This is a space for that.
Shell smashed, juices flowing,
Wings twitch, legs are going,
Don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel.
One day, I am gonna grow wings,
A chemical reaction, hysterical and useless,
And though the rest is silence
And though the branch is olive
And though you'll never take it
I can't help but keep thinking*If I did something different
*If I could be forgiven
If I was not this woman
If it wasn't unwritten
If you were still unshattered
If I could break this pattern
If you could just admit that
None of it matters.
Standing in the balance of complete and incomplete
I identify the echo of what is and what will be
I know I'm made of clay that's worn
Blinding by imperfect form
But I will trust the artist molding me
Is it all for a show?
In the golden hour, you seem to know no fear
Is it really true
That a bird like me could never think like you?
Is it all in my head?
Is my ignorance just manufactured dread?
When I've naught but my pride
Can you take a look and say you like what I've got inside?
Now that you're here, in my arms tonight
Eternity doesn't seem so long to me
Now I'm no longer smart, no longer bright, no longer gifted
And I can't read anything if it takes me longer than 15 minutes
Yeah, I still scrape and search and crave to earn that validation
I'm becoming unbecoming
I'm not special, never have been