Sunday, September 2, 2007

i.q.



when I was four years old they tried to test my I.Q.they showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pearthey said, which one is different it does not belongthey taught me different is wrongbut when I was 13 years old I woke up one morning thighs covered in bloodlike a warlike a warningthat I live in a breakable takeable body an ever-increasingly valuable bodythat a woman had come in the night to replace medeface mesee, my body is borrowedyeah, I got it on loanfor the time in between my mom and some maggotsI don't need anyone to hold meI can hold my ownI got highways for stretchmarkssee where I've grownI sing sometimes like my life is at stake'cause you're only as loud as the noises you makeI'm learning to laugh as hard as I can listen'cause silence is violence in women and poor peopleif more people were screaming then I could relaxbut a good brain ain't diddleyif you don't have the factswe live in a breakable takeable worldan ever available possible worldand we can make music like we can make dogenius is in a back beat backseat to nothing if you're dancingespecially something stupid like I.Q.for every lie I unlearn I learn something newI sing sometimes for the war that I fight'cause every tool is a weapon -if you hold it right..ani difranco.

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