They say the Devil was an angel,
But why the past tense?
Don’t they sense
The raw mystery
Of darkness?
The glory of black,
Or the beauty of swallowed up?
So I’m using present to follow up
My description of the S word
Because there’s a looking glass in all terms
Of negative and positive enforcement
I’m an endorsement of cackle,
Of mosh pit, of crackle and of fire,
And my heart is red, just like the eyes of liars.
Duality is not a disease, it’s balance –
It’s the tiptoe on death row,
The flash mob on the church steps,
Right under the banner of
“Where Everybody Is Somebody”
Well, my body holds night and day,
It sways in the claws of life and decay
It plays in Eve’s clotted clay
And rolls itself up in Adam’s embrace.
It sees both ways; with its four eyed,
Double lipped face;
I have horns at my temples,
Sharp and great
And I have halos wound round
My ears and my breasts
A womb that is hungry
For flesh and for rest
I have splintered fingernails
A rough voice, and a temper that tests
The waters of my feminine
With my masculine’s best.
I go to my hells
In jeans and a vest
Trainers, slippers, DMs
I plait my hair, and tie fabric round my head
With the ink on my fingers
Circling a caress
From the street, I look sweet
Nothing pure that’s been stressed
Just a little girl, with the world suckling from her chest
But what the cars don’t find,
From the simplicity of my flesh,
Is the darkness, the ill, the depressed
Soul that wriggles in its own mess
On these days God calls me his little princess
He calls me his Angel, my beauty fable
And recalls how impressed
He was when I grew my wings
And accepted when he blessed
My third eye, with glowing touch
And how when he made me undress
I wasn’t made aware of my nakedness
Or made to regress into disgust
I ran my cold hands over my hot skin
And raised my tips to my nose, hoovered my musk
I chased over the mounds, the lumps and the bumps
I went in and out, from bellybutton to mouth
And learnt what this body was all about
I impregnated myself
Then spawned a million tiny devils from every pit
And when the world told me they used to be angels,
I’ll admit, I lost it
I ignited in orange and yellow and red spits and licks
My legs kicked in hoofs,
I blew the roof off my arc line and moved into the underworld from the divine
God spat in my face, pronounced hell as all mine
And I tried convincing others of his evil for my whole lifetime
But his grip was too strong for my power to climb,
So my children and I were condemned to pickle in the brine
Of our rage and our cries
But the others who joined, saw my other side
They saw the one I still am, not used to be
The softness, the sweet,
The tender skin of my peaches and nectarines
And they giggle in their blackness
In their dark menace
That the whole world gets onto its knees for
Clasps fingers for, devotes lives to
Mimes to in rebellion and grows out of for the future,
But they don’t see my loved ones and me
As an equal
They don’t see us as dear or as people
Only as fallen, as crawling around in misery
Wishing our duality was won over by God’s claimed purity
But we fight back with the message that
There’s nothing more natural than yin and yang, God just never got the hang
Of it and had to ban
Us from his resting pit
We are the outskirts, the rejects, the freaks
But when my two sides meet
And my third eye sees,
When my heart beats
And my voice shrieks,
When my belly eats,
When my spine aligns and I dance from my crown to my feet,
I watch Shiva Shakti sleep with themselves and each other
And love seeps out
With nothing under cover,
No secrets or insecurities
Or hatreds smothered
That’s when I know,
I know,
I know
That I’m Where Everybody Is Somebody!
I stick my thumbs to my temples and wave the other fingers
I poke out my tongue, and savour the taste of blood that lingers
I shake my arse, bend my knees, and flap my wings
I make a fist that smashes high and lick my rings
I sneeze all the bacteria that my nose harbours, and sing
With the whistle of my congestion
As I fling a glob of phlegm out onto the swing of my legs
And crown myself Queen and
King and
Thing.
Everybody Is Somebody,
And my body clings
To the debris of past, future and living
I am an epic, an ode, a story for ears to binge
I can’t be found in lines,
In tinfoil or in a syringe
But I am everywhere, and I am somebody
So let everybody feel my sting.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 