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crossroads of america

i heard you fell in love with the american heritage

the big red.

in the crossroads of america i reside
a farm animal raised to die
shall i say pseudo love

she’s the one for you 
to have and to hold
because you like your women white and blue.

i am the hard candy
your mother would bat her eyes
she doesn’t belong here 
but i long for the soft love

red lipstick

it began as stage direction
make them see you!

but when i wore it,
the red didn’t stop at my lips
it bled into me,
became signal,
became spine

i am here,

and i am not afraid
to be looked at

only you could pull it off
it was my statement piece

now,
the tube stays closed some days
not out of shame
but arrival

i no longer need red

i can’t see the floor

the things you say you do 
the people congratulate you 
but i can’t see the floor 

it was me
i did that
but i cant see the floor 

get ready in the dark
so you can sleep 
but i can’t see the floor

i fold your laundry 
hang up your clothes 
but i can’t see the floor 

i help you all day 
now i am late 
still i can’t see the floor 

it just gets pushed to the side 
piled up 
and i can’t see my floor