song of myself

Music: Justin Brown/Jermaine Paul/Georgia Anne Muldrow/Meshell Ndegeocello/Aja Monet Lyrics: Aja Monet When the police arrived Factories coughing up all my relatives Tail lights glowing We've been gambling medicine bags and tobacco offerings Merry-go-round vocabulary News reports from the altars of the ancestors Snarling, borrowing, scorching under the heart rib of progress Okay
In the furnace of feelings Each morning, I scroll the commodification of my story And weep into a cup of tea My shadow banned There's power in the unseen We're divided by our values I threw the baby out with the bathwater Crayola blues Blood-flowered Rusted panty liner Wax of poetics on paper The flesh can sing too Okay
One by one I bow to pass selves and let them be wrong about me The coastline gibbering about names we did not declare at the border The honest hum of bathroom mirrors You are as virtuous as your ear Sonorous stanzas Forgive me I do not follow my own advice I survey for answers I already know And question friends who do not know me Idle with time Languishing in the laundry room My dresses Cartwheeling the drier Tease my body to dance Refresh the page Take inventory self I lose faith Okay
And sometimes I wonder my purpose Sometimes I participate in my demise I attend the funeral Walk the chalk line Sometimes I slur my words I drink until I do not remember The yelling daughter left alone I throw back bitter shots of life To the living lecturer in my head Pity the fool On a soapbox With a mouthful of soapsuds
Okay Okay Okay And let them be wrong about me Okay Okay Okay