Me Too Lyrics

Me too

And so what of joy

What of food

What of the taco truck on LaBrea on Venice

Because cheese is important too

A man I thought I could have grown to love

Chose crack over me

I know it was not about me

I was hurt anyway

Had to steal back my Impala

From the Snooty Fox

Back of my t-shirt

Bloody from the abortion

And so what of ugly

Of my ugly

Ugly versions of myself

I have been to other people

Ways I have bullied

Have abused

Have pawned the unhealed parts of myself onto him

Too many hims to mention

The random hims

The ones that came and went

Too many went

I went too

And what do I tell my son

Of all of my going

About the night I tried to leave forever

Told myself that he would be better off

The voices all agreed

It took me nine months to apologize

I tried to explain to him

The heavy of my sadness that night

On so many nights before

He told me honest as he could

Said it was ok

Said he understood

I hope he never understands

Ain't I a whole person

Ain't my whole life important too

Is my life just the sum of my mistakes

But what of my beauty

My dedication

My loyalty

And the priceless friends I have

What of that

What of all the ways that I am othered

All the ways I like myself

In the face of all the othering

What about my big love for me

For the ways I touch

Touch you

Touch myself too

Don't I deserve my own touch

And what about pleasure

And what is the distinction

Between pleasure and joy

Ain't I worthy of joy and smile

What of the song of myself

What I see when I look into a mirror

The battlefield of emotions

Going on inside my head

Brother called me his wisdom

Told me to call him God

But what about me

And the I am who lives inside

Can a woman be a God too

Can a man run my bath

What of the ways I weigh

What you think of me

Over how I value myself

My good time

My girlish grin

My unpainted toes

Even the anxiety

Even the depression

Even the moods

Many as they be

What of all the days I cancel the brunch

Decide against the shower

And the laundry

And the dishes too

All the ways I choose

Not to contort myself

Shrink my skin and bones

To fit into your flask

Like a secret in your pocket

And what of this new day

When my no is holy

When my yes is freedom

This a whole sweet life ain't it

A whole canvas

I paint myself