Charlotte's Hymn

So what is it that makes me the fool What does she have that I lack Why is my last name a tease and a wound And my first name is nothing but trash Silly for caring for nesting for cracking My sturdy chest open for you Silly bitch making the cringy mistake Of doing what good women do The hang of my breasts My creases and lines The flesh of a woman A mother divine The hang of your head Hanged for your crimes The rage of a mother The gruesome divine So damn you So damn you all May God strike you down May he render you small I can't tell you How angry I am I'll never forgive That respectable man Lo in the morning Dolores on paper Lolita in my lovely home One socked and grumpy a storm of a girl Angry and ready to go One half my love one half my mistakes And one half the light of my life More than the sum of her infinite parts A slice of the gruesome divine The hang of my flesh My creases and lines A body a woman A mother divine The hang of your head Hanged for your crimes The rage of a woman The gruesome divine God damn you God damn you all May he strike you down May he make you so small And I couldn't tell you How fucking angry I am I'll never forgive The respectable man What is a woman what is a girl What is a person at all Precious and sacred and terror and mess A storm in a jar at the mall Tell her you love her and tell her you hate her But I don't think you've ever met Networks of bugs who conspire to exploit The prize of my love and my sweat The look in my eyes My creases and lines The flesh of a woman A mother divine The hang of your head Hanged for your crimes The rage of a mother The gruesome divine God damn you God help us all May he strike you down May he render you small I cannot tell you How fucking angry I am I'll never forgive I don't think that I can Starved in your soul and So arrogant still That you've never known peace And you never will Failing and flailing With your head in the sand And still so content To decide what I am