ive got this pretty head of hair they say

and lovely eyes

they ask me why im so pretty

i ask them if their blind

they tell me to sit still

cross my legs

how to hold my knife and fork

how to never speak

so i read

and read and listen and read

listen

and i ask a question one night over a dinner

with fish and bottled water

and in unision like some kind of choir

ha hahahhahahahaha

how cute shes trying to be smart

yes because suddenly questioning the lack of sincerity

in your political plans is smart

because asking

if an economy based on credit

is a reliable one ?

“go get us coffee”

pardon me ?

but these lovely eyes see through shit like this

and beneath my gorgeous locks

ive got a brain

and these hands will eat you with justice

so have your conversations

and brag about the plastic that gets you hot to spend

and ill be out getting the poor you see with biased eyes

ill love like my own and we will band together

to carry you off your high chairs

put you to bed

made with love

yours truly then get fucked

by those you trusted

to bathe you in green

and well be off

in true anarchy

living life the way it should be

justified