I am Stacey
but who is that?
I'm made up of pieces-
even I know that
Can't be sure
when I turn my back
I'm not gonna disappear
won't reject myself flat
I am Stacey
but what does that mean?
I have breasts and I have brains
so, I'm stuck somewhere between
The expectations of what
is Stacey and what she will do
the girl, the friend, the lover
hell, she's sure to become a mother
But when I stop
and just try to be
I realise without all the external expectations
I'm not sure what is "me"
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