masterhood
hadn’t I chosen to be
the best in my culture?
hadn’t I chosen to be
the best in my field?
hadn’t I tried not to fail
and had to fail
hadn’t I tried to be real
and didn’t I know what real really was?
and when the best came out of me
I was struggling with defences
I had to fail in all consequences to see
I got stuck in my masterhood
I had neglected all my colours
the sparkeling side of me
the child there had been
hadn’t I tried to find love
in the arms of that one man?
hadn’t I tried to find my fortune
and did I know what fortune really was?
hadn’t I thought making love
I’d find safety in arousal
hadn’t I known from the start
that arousal ment pain to me
I was confronted with a doubtful pleasure
old man had touched me at youngest age
and the pain kept refraining to measure
the hands of him were still on me
so it took my decision
I had to kick ass to get out
whatever cage you are in –leave it
hadn’t I chosen to be
the best in my culture
hadn’t I chosen to keep it in
and had to let it out
so now the best comes out of me
and I’m still struggling with defences
still have to fail in all consequences
aware of my masterhood
but now I polish my rainbow colours
that sparkeling side of me
I want this child to be free
whatever cage you’re in –leave it!