and oh
and oh
what my mother put in me
to love what they say
and how that sucking green poisons
this way that i think
how the covet spits
into every sweet thing i possess
and those claws
acrylic nails painted in bright
still scream scratches on my skin
kissed with the blood of vulnerable
(in my room you don't remember
in that place where memory hiccups and you
found ignore)
and now and then i black my eyelashes
like i'm going to war against and for you
finding a place where that counsel still fits
that suckers can be won with a sweet smile
that the crystal of tears can woo anyone
that the clicking sound of heels is a dream and a nightmare
remember the teachings over hairspray and faith
and layers and layers of makeup as brick
to hide the heart of a lionness
