A Body Treatise

Succulent beautiful and fine I'm touching my body; I'm feeling my mind A fascination for penance, so please modify me With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery Take what signifies And make it leave this room My sweet desire that wants to bloom Held captive- our culture moulds, our bodies hold Held captive- target the role, we have no control Passionate tasteful and free I mutilate myself to make me real Heart beating the wrong kind of chest Of hair and sweat and a manly mess Take what signifies And make it leave this room My sweet desire that wants to bloom Held captive- our culture moulds, our bodies hold Held captive- target the role, we have no control I cut myself up to make it real I cut myself up cause that's the way I feel I cut myself up to be free I cut myself up to be me