"Willing to Fight" The windows of my soul are made of one way glass. Don't bother looking into my eyes. If there's something you want to know, just ask. I got a dead bolt stroll. Where I'm going is clear. I won't wait for you to wonder. I'll just tell you why i'm here. 'Cause I know the biggest crime is just to throw up your hands. Say.. This has nothing to do with me. I just want to live as comfortably as i can. You got to look outside your eyes. You got to think outside your brain. You got to walk outside your life to where the neighborhood changes. Tell me who is your boogieman. That's who I will be. You don't have to like me for who I am, but we'll see what you're made of by what you make of me. I think that it's absurd that you think I am the derelict daughter. I fight fire with words. Words are hotter than flames. Words are wetter than water. I got friends all over this country. I got friends in other countries too. I got friends i haven't met yet. I got friends i never knew. I got lovers whose eyes I've only seen at a glance. I got strangers for great grandchildren. I got strangers for ancestors. I was a long time coming. I'll be a long time gone. You've got your whole life to do something, and that's not very long. So why don't you give me a call when you're willing to fight for what you think is real, for what you think is right. "Tiptoe" Tiptoeing through the used condoms strewn on the piers off the west side highway sunset behind the skyline of jersey.. Walking towards the water with a fetus holding court in my gut, my body highjacked, my tits swollen and sore. The river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of. I could wake up screaming sometimes, but I don't. I could step off the end of this pier, but I've got shit to do, and I've an appointment on Tuesday to shed uninvited blood and tissue. "I'll miss you," I say to the river, to the water, to the son or daughter I thought better of.. I could fall in love with jersey at sunset, but I leave the view to the rats and tiptoe back... i guess this is the place - to talk about something - inside that someone i can't help but think of - i hold my breath and wish on this star - by starlight i miss you, i do love. and i know i'll see you - you will come to get me - come tell me when it's all over and through - and no, it's not you.. my silence toward you, not you, but you.. it was opened and spilled out - i'm so glad. of all of the people i never know, you're the best one i've had. you're gone away - it's your time - it's your turn - your all grown up in your car as i burn - in the sun - it reminds me of you - and the green - of the grass - it looks like your eyes - as i bend down to tighten my shoe. cuz i'll run - i'll run fast - and i'll charish - like you said - i'll smile on myslef and bring you on stage. and i'll be the best damn "sweetass baby girl" because you helped me turn this page. i'm so glad i thanked you...