Girl w/No Name

Jenny

Frequent Abition, Steady Desire

The Rape of Innocence

The Rape of Innocence

Once when I was young and naïve
I had some innocence
Until I started attending school
And then my head hurt from
all the things I learned
So, I hide alone in my little room
And I cried
Feeling totally misunderstood

(Monday through Friday)
Wait your turn
Sit up straight
File in line
Raise your hand
That’s how the lessons began

The teachers piqued and probed my brain
Until it broke through my thick skin
Thus, I was no longer a Virgin
So, I cry
(yeah, I cried)
Because, now,
We are all just alike

Like fabric, it starts
With a single thread
Thus, I grew away from innocence
until it was dead
so the lessons spin in my head
like an irreversible ratchet

Sit up straight
File in line
Raise your hand…
Now I understand

cocoon

Graffiti Girls

Forget (and move on)

Forget about your sorrows
it’s not hard to do
just close your eyes
and think about tomorrow
and leave your troubles behind too
it isnt hard
just think like caterpillars do
Shed your skin
times five
then open your eyes
and wake up a butterfly
now you see how easy it is
to make your dreams come alive