I think I’d rather be a performer than a fool
I would rather be like shards of glass
Than the petals of a flower
Pink is closer to the color of blood then black
And I feel safer when I do not bleed
I cannot be quiet when the screams tear at my lips
Because I know no war was ever won in silence
How can I be dainty and sweet
With a dark red covered rock in my hand
Bashing the container of my lipstick
All my girls before me
Marilyn, Sylvia, Anna,
Britney, Courtney and Amy
All abrasive, loud and infamous
What is a woman if not a performer
And today I will act the hydra