All I Ask
is for my identity to be returned
for it to be tossed out a window
and for it to land into my warm lap
so he can be driven away and away
but he acts as if I asked
for a bowl of his blood
This is a man who taught me
words kill women slowly
they consume their spirits
and they don't know it's happening
I remember I made love to this man
before my body did
and maybe you have to
I followed him to a nightmare
where dirt sticks to you
no matter how long you brush it off
Through to the end of it
he said was not into me
in the beginning my beauty
was in a black mask
now it's a hostage
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