See...me
Litte ole me
Not the me that stands on stage
glove on one hand
raised eyebrow
spitting "fuck you's" to the blind or middle fingers to the deaf of my past
See...me
India!
Yaya gives my true thoughts a voice
so this quiet, timid bullshit has no choice
I am exposed!
Now...
bleeding out the hurt and pain
salivating my desires and fantasies
Can you see me?
Look hard!
Past my glasses, beyond my fat ass
Stare...
Look into my eyes
For...everything
Fire, desire, pain, anger, my fears, my regrets
DO IT NOW!
While I'm exposed...
I have a tendancy to close up
hide from the world
friends have no idea what lurks in my spirit
family don't care
interested male-parties, only want to know what sounds I make when I'm fucking
Are you paying attention?
Watch me!
I just set fire to that little bush of regret hanging over my head like mistletoe
Fuck You, I don't regret shit, I live, I learn, I love
So...
Stare hard...Listen close...and understand me...deeply
because...
I have just exposed...me
~Yaya
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