Maybe I stopped listening by the time you started finding the right words.
I like how you are all staring at me,
I like how you feel disgusted by the color of my skin,
I like how you judge me for not smiling,
I like how you think I am stupid just because you think so.
I like how you put all your attention into hating me,
I like it when your energy is spent on making rumors,
I like how you think I am a woman without standards,
I very much like that it gets under your skin that I’m profane.
I like how you look at my legs and say things under your breath and out loud.
I like it when you blame my clothes for all the wrongdoings in the world.
I like watching you squirm as I grow hair all over me,
And I like it that you still haven’t grown up.
Let me inhale and blow some of this smoke at you.
And here, take some condoms for your own protection.
Don’t you also want me to tell you my salary?
Also, let’s drink some to me,
And my marriage that you’re all so eagerly awaiting for.
I cut a deep line into my palm, the one that predicted your presence in my life. It bled, it hurt, but it brought you to me. But I didn’t know you were an astrologer.
I had a picture sewn on
To the back of my hand;
A map in detail,
So intricate and beaut.
It was blue, the oceans in your eyes,
Pink, the sweetness of your lips,
And white, the kindness in your heart.
But one day, I snipped my vein
And it all went red,
And I lost my way
Let’s walk in the soft cold mud, walk deeper until there’s only darkness and nothing more.
Meet me in the backyard
Where we buried our future;
A future with colours
And houses and puppies.
Meet me tonight
With a shovel and a pick;
Let us hope no one else
Has dug it all out.
Meet me in our dreams;
Dreams you’ve had of me,
Dreams I’ve had of you,
Dreams we’ve had of us.
Come, let us start digging
Find our little coffin,
Jump into the abyss
Holding our hearts
In our sweaty palms.