Alix Olson - daughter Lyrics

I'll teach my daughterTo bang on anything that makes a beatShe'll shake-a-boomShe'll quake a roomShe'll paint her cheeks warrior-style, then smileBeguile you, turn you inside outTil your guts plead guiltyShe'll be built like a truckBuilt to work you downAs she works herself upShe'll make holes in the streetsIn her ten inch spike heelsIn combat boots, stilts, on roller wheelsShe'll stroll through Male PrideAmazon Babes at her sideShe'll relinquish White PrivilegeObsеrve, be wiseShе'll compromiseWhen the fire is stoked by Other Womyn's desiresBut She'll never leave the flameAll the same, She'll crave what makes her burnShe'll learn her Cunt's good name-The thick red lips, the small hot tipNo more of this cryptic shitThis Vagina will be knownShe'll park in all the wrong placesMake faces at police carsWind up behind bars, bust out big before serving her timeFingernails full of this grime we callRealityShe'll dig her way throughShe'll pick her nose when she has toShe'll scratch her assShe'll be a crass medusa childA wild healthy FiendShe'll live in all fonts and all sizesCurly q's, caps, italics, and BoldShe'll fold airplanes out of shredded CosmosAnd MademoisellesThen pilot them to Never-Say-Never LandWhere Peter Pan's gay and Wendy's ok with itShe'll wear thick braidsShe'll shave her headShe'll eat thick breadsShe'll let her breasts flopShe'll mop the floor like CinderellaThen with Rebellion- ProwessShe'll unionize Daughters for a higher allowanceShe'll be male and female and in-betweenShe'll preen, then crack her mirror, crack a beerAnd watch Love ConnectionShe'll go for days without taking a showerJust to feel unchained ivory-slave powerShe'll want more than what She's entitled toShe'll watch throughNike commercialsAnd She'll Just Un-Do ItAsk Who's making that shitWho's breaking their backsKeeping her breaking thatGlass ceilingShe'll do all of thisAnd She'll do none of thisAnd it's funny how we hide behind these DaughtersHide ahead of our own HerstoriesScared of ourselvesScared of the worldScared of SomeoneWho made usOne wayOr anotherWell, this time aroundI'll be bound to my own mind wombIn my own birthing roomI'll squeeze out, squeeze outEach crimson thick beliefThen eat each pungent, sweet placentaAnd relievedI will tear up this country's"Welcome to the World" certificateTear off my father's father's father's father's nameI'll legitimate my own entrance into aThinking ExistenceI will birth myself towards resistanceBut no frantic tick-tock of this Biological ClockOn my own timeForemothers at my sidesSisters as midwivesI'll cut my cord, head for that WarI will birth myself into this drum beating bastard childHead first, heat firstMind first, mind firstI will mother myself into my own grown DaughterAnd I will call myself aHome-Grown Woman