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Where is that matriarchy that was promised to me
Growing up with a supposedly strong mother
Is it just because she couldn’t that it couldn’t
That fucking dirty mirror in the morning
Keeps judging me and asking: what is strength anyway
This dirt clings to my glasses too
Lingers on to tell me lies about it all
Where the hell does it come from
And why the hell does it stay
It reeks of piss, reminding me of when I was young
The smell of fear reminding me of getting old
How can I be ambivalent
Craving raw logic and honest truth
Stuck in subjectivity like gum on my tooth
And then there is nothing more
Than my interpretation of it all
Where the hell does it come from
And why the hell does it stay
It’s the opposite of yinyang and not total chaos
It’s reason and horror making hate
Fucking inside out
Things looking easy on a crane and heavy from here
Wasn’t I here
Wouldn’t I hear