The slam of the door shot like lightning in my nerves. A sad rain cloud flooded my face Because you may leave me while I’m bleeding. These lightning rainstorms have broken many. Whether it’s about money, poverty, children or bitchery. So I took Birth Control Pills in order to chill, To carry sunshine in a warm smile. Then the convulsions, the acne, the fits of rage took me down the road of the Salem Witch Trials. So I went to the Doctor who told me to do Art not Science. I outgrew my symptoms through a great creative alliance! Now I have you and you have me. The Sun is shining in a soft melody. My skin no longer shocks and I can see that once again
I’m forgiven while I’m bleeding.