Maybe next time I can be a man
Run through the puddles of water and flower beds
With my toy gun, scream hurray
With my faithful comrades, throw stones at birds
Not mind the chaos and pain I cause
Not mind at all.
Maybe next time I can strive for success
In my executive suit, on my executive chair
Stretch my arms behind my head
Put on a smile and narrow my eyes
I have it all, doll, the world is mine!
Maybe next time I can sober up
Not cry under the shower, not stare at the phone
Not count every breath, not care at all
Focus on my goals, too busy to give a call
Wake up girl, it’s not a sonnet
But planet Earth
Pull it in, shake it off, BE A MAN!
Maybe next time.
But as far I see
I’m still a girl
With my slender hand ready to get lost in your hair
Pull your face to a kiss
Whisper words to your ears
About violets showering their heads in morning dew
About birds humming songs of the forest truth
About that day you touched my hand
And it was like a butterfly burning in flames.
THIS TIME I’m a Woman
The Priestess of Mother Earth
The Temple of Love and Care
Where you shall worship Her name
Through me flows Eternity
Endless fields of crops and sons
You sent to wars
In the name of gods
You’ve invented to justify
Your need for gore.
It is I who create
From the chaos of your mistakes
From my tears and your blood on my soil
I mould
The future of this world
That’s what I came for.
So NEXT TIME
Don’t you dare to say
I should shut up and wait
Till you respond some fucking email.
Farewell.