adeus, adeus.
24.8.10
21.8.10
e mais, eu não resisto.
os polvinhos são coisa mais melhor boa, ó ó aqui: TREAT AND COMPANY
ó pá, coisa mais linda, queriducha.
devia haver uns papéis com sementes de Arabidopsis. mais, a Salk devia enviar as sementes dos mutantes assim, e depois, pimbas, era só enterrar o papelinho, et voilá.
daqui: Beast Pieces
devia haver uns papéis com sementes de Arabidopsis. mais, a Salk devia enviar as sementes dos mutantes assim, e depois, pimbas, era só enterrar o papelinho, et voilá.
daqui: Beast Pieces
19.8.10
18.8.10
when i grow up
when i grow up, i want to be a forester
run through the moss on high heels
that’s what i’ll do, throwing out boomerang
waiting for it to come back to me
when I grow up, i want to live near the sea
crab claws and bottles of rum
that’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
waiting for it to embrace me
i put my soul in what i do
last night i drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
it goes way bad, i never liked a sad look
from someone who wants to be loved by you
i’m very good with plants
when my friends are away
they let me keep the soil moist
on the seventh day i rest
for a minute or two
then back on my feet and cry for you
you’ve got cucumbers on your eyes
too much time spent on nothing
waiting for a moment to arise
the face in the ceiling and arms too long
i wait for him to catch me
waiting for you to embrace me
When I grow up, Fever Ray
Iamgem: Peter Stray
15.8.10
14.8.10
Until you walk, run, fight a mile in her shoes
Don't you dare stand in front of me and tell me
What a woman must do
She must
Swing from chandeliers for undeserving spouses and paramours
Who deny her suffrage by day, but crave and praise her womanly wiles by night
Good enough to fuck but, not good enough to vote
She must
Go from the beauty of Africa, to the horrors of massa
Go from titties dangling bare and shameless
To being branded, licentious, temptress, embarrassed
Go from land of yams and heat hot
To land of cash crops and sellers block
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Now Black
Now inhuman
Freedom stolen, family stolen, now beholden… but still golden
Field hollerin'… and Ain't I A Woman
Ain't I A Woman
I can see her, me
Washing dishes, clothes, and children
Making love, money, dinner, and beds
Always the first one off a sinking ship
But last in the line to receive respect
What
What a
What a woman
What a woman must
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
Must do
Must do, must do, must do, must do, must do…
She must
Wipe away tears and reclaim strength
After rape, abortion, lover's betrayal, child's birth, child's death,
husband's abuse
Tricking to buy baby shoes
She must
Be called a muse
Which is just a synonym for use
Put upon pedestals
Dainty and protected
And because of that disrespected
Victorianized
Made a paradox of famous anonymity
Left to go insane with too much femininity
Staring at yellow wallpaper
Her heart
Open
Her legs
Open
Warm and welcoming
Waiting… for phone calls that never come
Waiting… for words of appreciation that never come
Waiting… for equal pay that never comes
Waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for love
Waiting for acknowledgment not judgment
Waiting
And when seeking or achieving any kind of power
Reduced to labels like…
Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke
Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke
What a woman must do
She must
Never settle for less based upon her womaness
Embrace the pronoun and power of SHE
Know if nothing else that her uniqueness is blessed
And a necessary component in the union between universe and people
Equal to man
At times above human understanding
She don't have to lay down for nothing or nobody
Her body in and out a wonder
The wonder of she
The wonder of she
What a woman must do, Ursula Rucker
Subscrever:
Mensagens (Atom)