when You told me that warm,
red day in the field
my pool of blood where You kneeled
You lifted me away
I was still so entranced
My eyes gazed upon the west
Shameless and sick and full of wood
I wasn’t paying Attention, My body
Oholibah, where have you been?
come out of him Egypt
in your heart and your head
this one is sticky, helplessly kicking,
but your rule won’t remove the stains
I am his slave
I like it and I hate it
I say no, no, no
but it’s too weak and oh
we don’t take it too seriously
his girls eat his food
they cough up all the blood
skin and bones
red, red lips
his boys are so young
in want of Attention
think they’re strong
real, real boys
who the enemy, who is the father?
who are we pleased to blame?
were we reborn this way?
I don’t know them, I don’t know
myself
So I’m painting pictures of him
and falling down once again
to the chains I call home
where I live is where I die
I’ll do anything but thrive
no matter what You say
It’s hard to come alive
how did it end up like this, Oholibah?
you thought they were you
but beloved you were wrong
