Don’t ask

Don’t ask a question
just make a noise
you say something
I ignore
you get angry smash the floor
the vase comes down forever more
don’t ask a question
speak in silence
don’t make a sound just raise violence
burn the ears
and cut the tongue
I don’t think this love is fun

Babe you’re not punched

Babe I uh I uh
just need some time to think
to come up with what just happened
when I threw the kitchen sink
babe you don’t know what
uh you don’t know what you’re saying
babe you have not been punched
I didn’t fucking hit you
at least not hard enough
you are so much bigger
men are naturally so tough
I just need a little time here
a little time to lie
too manipulate your thinking
make you believe the victim was I
I didn’t fucking punch you
but even if I did
no one will believe you
babe a woman never fibs

Violent Manifestations

I’ve got a knife in my pocket
I want an excuse to draw it
to pull it from the pocket and draw blood
I just want something to do
something to make me use
the blade I carry round so casually
no one thinks it means a thing to me
like I’m just as fucking safe as I could be
but they don’t know how crazy really feeds
when normal stable people live to breed
vile and disgusting though it be
I’ve got a knife in my pocket
I want to see you bleed
violent misconception thought I’d see
no answer but the cut beneath the teeth
take it all by force so it might lead
to something so beyond what beauty means
a horrific violent drama tuned perfectly
hear the very screams that my knife brings
the pain the trauma the suffering
a display of pure affection for the need
the need to be a part of anything
moving through this life so carefully
I’ve got a knife in my pocket
I just need a reason to pull it
need to let it bleed
a violent effective remainder
of what the darkness needs

Don’t

Kill me with silence
make it into violence
a time to undress me
use me like breath please
take what you need and
and keep me around if
if you see so fit
to torture me with silence
keep those lips shut dear
chain me to the rust here
I’ll keep it real clear
I’m dying in the open air
you see me but say you don’t
as though this is all a joke
drowning in shallow water
breathing but not consuming
kill me with silence
pretend it’s not violence
as though it’s all my fault
I’ll take the blame
it’s what I want
reality so unclear
a time to undress me
I’ll make this real clear
clear I’m dying slow here
you see me but say you don’t

Take it

Everybody take it
get on your knees and say
thank you for the raping
the violence that you gave
everybody smile
smile for the camera
take what you are given
the satisfying thrill
take it like you wanted it
like you do most everyday
be too afraid to shout out
or ever ever say
this isn’t what I wanted
this is not why I payed
now say thank you to the rapist
the violent and crude
say thank you to your abuser
the ones you gave in to
say thank you for your beating
and remember to smile wide
because you never ever complained
that the price was too very high
everybody take it
get on your knees tonight
you couldn’t get the courage
to either hide or fight
so take what you’ve been given
by living suicide
hang off the noose still breathing
as you pay to slowly die

What the devil gets

I don’t respond to violence
with terror or with fear
I will not submit to evil
no the devil gets no ear
I don’t run from darkness
even when I am afraid
I will not be forced out
I will always remain
for evil doesn’t win here
and neither do your wants
I control where I go
and I never want to stop
I won’t submit to terror
to bombs, or to your guns
I don’t choose to run
when the devil comes
with everything I bleed
I fight for what is mine
the devil may have his day
but I still have my pride.

What the devil gets

I don’t respond to violence
with terror or with fear
I will not submit to evil
no the devil gets no ear
I don’t run from darkness
even when I am afraid
I will not be forced out
I will always remain
for evil doesn’t win here
and neither do your wants
I control where I go
and I never want to stop
I won’t submit to terror
to bombs, or to your guns
I don’t choose to run
when the devil comes
with everything I bleed
I fight for what is mine
the devil may have his day
but I still have my pride.

In the Congo

Black face
tar laced
everything is dark
evil is the aftermath
of nightmares being taught
struck down, drunk now
masters in the garden
everything is darker
when you think
it’s always haunted
taunted, soft lip
grips have given way
you think this is one thing
but I think you’re a slave.

Fragile Femininity

Fragile femininity
cost a lot you see
females get abusive
when you call them out
they’ve got issues with
being vulnerable in doubt
they believe they’re
powerless
they pretend to fight
fragile femininity
keeps them up at night
yes, they stay awake
anger on the brain-
what type of oppression
have I felt today
making up the list
checking them more than twice
fragile femininity
comes at a violent price.