"There is no need to say it,
But I wish to say it anyway.
I didn't ask for it at the railway station on my sixteenth birthday,
My buttocks just starting to shape,
Shape of a woman,
The touch of that wretched hand told me more about the shape of a woman's butt than
What my art teacher could never explain as I traced curves after curves erasing and re drawing figures after figures.
I didn't ask for it when in the school bus your hand reached out for my thigh as I stood against the window waving at my friend telling her about the young boy I was growing fond of,
That touch on my thigh made me feel the skin that long skirts are supposed to hide.
I didn't ask for it when touching my anklet and then holding my leg and then telling my ears fears unknown
Became a thing of entertainment as my lips bled.
I didn't ask for it when you'd constantly get consumed by my dark skin as it was something unseen and forget to ask.
The consent never sought for,
The unbuttoned shirt out of unconsciousness from a little alcohol I wanted to enjoy,
The way your breath wreaked of smoke and rum
When you thought your happiness was mine as you pushed your weight on me, in me.
The tears told me so much about noiseless existence
The smiles told me about things unsaid.
I didn't ask for it when you'd touch me and sleep, my art teacher never forgot to teach me how easy it was to redraw and re color skin.
Slowly you, you and you, all of you, stubbed all of me when I didn't ask for it.
When I didn't ask for anyone to tell me what was to be a woman,
When my stoppage didn't stand a chance against your will to make me comfortable when I wasn't
I asked for an eraser standing in the shower when the touch won't go
I wish I had asked my art teacher how to redraw the feeling of being an untouched woman."
But I wish to say it anyway.
I didn't ask for it at the railway station on my sixteenth birthday,
My buttocks just starting to shape,
Shape of a woman,
The touch of that wretched hand told me more about the shape of a woman's butt than
What my art teacher could never explain as I traced curves after curves erasing and re drawing figures after figures.
I didn't ask for it when in the school bus your hand reached out for my thigh as I stood against the window waving at my friend telling her about the young boy I was growing fond of,
That touch on my thigh made me feel the skin that long skirts are supposed to hide.
I didn't ask for it when touching my anklet and then holding my leg and then telling my ears fears unknown
Became a thing of entertainment as my lips bled.
I didn't ask for it when you'd constantly get consumed by my dark skin as it was something unseen and forget to ask.
The consent never sought for,
The unbuttoned shirt out of unconsciousness from a little alcohol I wanted to enjoy,
The way your breath wreaked of smoke and rum
When you thought your happiness was mine as you pushed your weight on me, in me.
The tears told me so much about noiseless existence
The smiles told me about things unsaid.
I didn't ask for it when you'd touch me and sleep, my art teacher never forgot to teach me how easy it was to redraw and re color skin.
Slowly you, you and you, all of you, stubbed all of me when I didn't ask for it.
When I didn't ask for anyone to tell me what was to be a woman,
When my stoppage didn't stand a chance against your will to make me comfortable when I wasn't
I asked for an eraser standing in the shower when the touch won't go
I wish I had asked my art teacher how to redraw the feeling of being an untouched woman."
"I sat and waited for her,
The shiny pearls growing out from her pale yellow skin,
How they'd forget their whites and infuse into all the other colors that stepped on them.
She wasn't a goddess or a mermaid, she wasn't appealing either.
Though the pearls grew out of her skin in a definite pattern and the rest of her naked body reflected into my eyes.
I wanted to see her again, so I could never forget what she looked like. She wasn't appealing, but I wanted to pluck the pearls out of her skin, one at a time. Wanted to see her naked yellow body as it moved like a serpent when I hold her softly beneath myself. Would she move at all? Would she try to slip away? There was no reason for my hands to find her appealing for the scales on her skin spoke to me about stretched lines that were not required and break up that didn't need to happen. I'd hold her close to my chest as I'd try to figure out who she was, what she's become and if she'd remain the same when I kiss her under my warm breath."
The shiny pearls growing out from her pale yellow skin,
How they'd forget their whites and infuse into all the other colors that stepped on them.
She wasn't a goddess or a mermaid, she wasn't appealing either.
Though the pearls grew out of her skin in a definite pattern and the rest of her naked body reflected into my eyes.
I wanted to see her again, so I could never forget what she looked like. She wasn't appealing, but I wanted to pluck the pearls out of her skin, one at a time. Wanted to see her naked yellow body as it moved like a serpent when I hold her softly beneath myself. Would she move at all? Would she try to slip away? There was no reason for my hands to find her appealing for the scales on her skin spoke to me about stretched lines that were not required and break up that didn't need to happen. I'd hold her close to my chest as I'd try to figure out who she was, what she's become and if she'd remain the same when I kiss her under my warm breath."
Here and there we follow each other's gaze,
On the stairs and on the roof,
That stolen touch,
And all of those that followed.
Look behind and see what didn't follow.
It's like you're wearing a cologne,
Of ecstacy and things untold.
Charge, start and push;
Break it, don't break it
Keep it going.
When in a room unknown, follow me into the dark
Don't look behind, no one will follow.
Let the world spin,
Let it be green,
Let it be red.
Make, consume and become one.
Thrown apart, we'll find each other's skin.
Like gypsies following a tune in a trance
Let's be one, how many times do I say this?
To you, to you and to you?
On the stairs and on the roof,
That stolen touch,
And all of those that followed.
Look behind and see what didn't follow.
It's like you're wearing a cologne,
Of ecstacy and things untold.
Charge, start and push;
Break it, don't break it
Keep it going.
When in a room unknown, follow me into the dark
Don't look behind, no one will follow.
Let the world spin,
Let it be green,
Let it be red.
Make, consume and become one.
Thrown apart, we'll find each other's skin.
Like gypsies following a tune in a trance
Let's be one, how many times do I say this?
To you, to you and to you?
Thoughts about longing for the truth
Amongst untruth,
In the many of the realities
Trying to make a sense of us.
Do you think of the wine that was spilt,
Out of laughter
Now distant,
Not to me, but you.
Undiscovered species of brain beetles
Breeding inside you,
Are they shiny?
Do they crawl all the way to your heart?
Eating away the new leaves of the germinating seeds of love that I sow
Everytime we touch.
Only I knew that you could dance,
We could maybe rat-a-tat to silly tunes.
Making sense of the many colored split realities you share with me, every split second, yet so discolored of truth.
Or is that what I see, stronger than the children of insecurities and disbelief
Playing hide and seek
In your several mind palaces and dungeons and debris of meanings
Trying to undress you over and again
And yet finding a new layer before unseen.
Madness now dead and asleep;
Instead a happy maze of chaotic crossroads,
Crossing hours of the concept of you and me. Making me want to be or not to be?
Waiting for our love to free,
The will to make you stay and forever be.
Make me she who'd I agree,
Holds your hand forever and yours deserves to be.
Amongst untruth,
In the many of the realities
Trying to make a sense of us.
Do you think of the wine that was spilt,
Out of laughter
Now distant,
Not to me, but you.
Undiscovered species of brain beetles
Breeding inside you,
Are they shiny?
Do they crawl all the way to your heart?
Eating away the new leaves of the germinating seeds of love that I sow
Everytime we touch.
Only I knew that you could dance,
We could maybe rat-a-tat to silly tunes.
Making sense of the many colored split realities you share with me, every split second, yet so discolored of truth.
Or is that what I see, stronger than the children of insecurities and disbelief
Playing hide and seek
In your several mind palaces and dungeons and debris of meanings
Trying to undress you over and again
And yet finding a new layer before unseen.
Madness now dead and asleep;
Instead a happy maze of chaotic crossroads,
Crossing hours of the concept of you and me. Making me want to be or not to be?
Waiting for our love to free,
The will to make you stay and forever be.
Make me she who'd I agree,
Holds your hand forever and yours deserves to be.
