Dead name

Hush-don’t say that name
you have lost that person today
they don’t stand here-
we’re not the same.

Please-don’t say that name
it reminds me of my shame
I have grieved much more than you
you could never feel as I do.

Hush-don’t say that name
I lost everything today
you, you’re not the same
you bring up my deepest shame
you have placed me with the blame
I just cannot hear that name.

Please… don’t say that name
please don’t say I look the same
why am I so damn ashamed?
you ask questions to break my frame
literal-the words are violence
say that name it’s dead to my lips.

Hush! Don’t say that name
they have died, but I remain
you will love me just the same
replace them in your memory
with old thoughts of what you see
play along and don’t you grieve
the name is dead, but I’m still me.

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Bad bitch

Every girl wants to be a bad bitch
but none of you know what that is
walking, walking, walking small
you don’t know how to be tall
trip over words and don’t know strong
got the meaning of bad bitch
dead, dead wrong.

Every girl wants to be a bad bitch
even under guise of being feminist
every girl wants to be a boss
but if you ignorant you’ve already lost.

Can’t tell me where to go cause
you followin’
watching like you know what’s
in front of me
speaking to me like you contend with me
I’m the bad bitch that you pretend to be.

Every woman wants to be a bad bitch
no matter how you label it
you ain’t it;
no lioness, no Wonder Woman, no alpha.
All you ladies just betas
at your best yet
you pretend to be empowered
but you’re just ignorant.
Keep talking big while living small.

Butterflies

We all want to be
beautiful and sad
tragic little butterflies
driven quite mad.

Flying cross the boulevard
floating like a dream
desperate imitations
of what we cannot be.

Everybody wants to be a superstar
show the world how special
that they really are
everybody wants to be
beautiful and sad
depression and anxiety
the best accessory ever had.

We all want to be
beautiful and sad
tragic little butterflies
driven quite mad.

Everybody wants to be
Lana Del or Halsey
all the pretty stories but know
nothing of true suffering.

Everybody wants to be someone else
we all pretend we’re butterflies
while killing ourselves.

Translation

Tell me more about me
how do you define me
can you see what I see
or do you oppress me?
Looking in the mirror
vision getting clearer
as you keep reminding
my mind sees what I see.
I will not be labeled
defined by your time table
you’re views are regressive
though I demand acceptance
of my mirrors inefficient
vision of my eyes rendition
my minds overall revision
of this bodies unabridged edition.

Forever

Tell me who I am
and what I’ll never be
let the story drown
in brilliant infancy.
Tell me what is up
tell me where is blue
and I will walk alone
along one-two, one-two.