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So I wrote a brilliant entry this afternoon before class and when I went to post it disapeared. Shitty. Went to class and was applauded for my amazing spoken word poem, kinda silly since I didn't write it(see below) but whatever. Got a perfect score on my interview for womens studies which I feel terribly guilty about because I made it up. Total shit. I interviewed my cousin kind of but not really and so I just made it up. Oh well.
Went looking for houses with Carly today. Found a couple really cute houses for sale. Sick of living in the middle of a bad party. Sick of filth, sick of helping to support people who don't follow through with the most basic of responsibilities.
Must go to class tomorrow. AHHHHHHHHHH. Must finish astronomy test. Must go to park with dog(cuz its fun). Must shower. Must watch American Idol. Must get ready for bed. Must say goodbye.
IQ
When I was four years old
they tried to test my IQ
they showed me this picture of three oranges and a pear
they asked me which one is different, it does not belong
they taught me different is wrong
but uhhh
When I was thirteen years old
I woke up one morning
thighs covered in blood like a war, like a warning
that I live in a breakable takeable body
an ever increasingly valuable body
that a woman had come in the night to replace me
deface me
see...
My body is borrowed
I got it on loan
from the time in between my mom
and some maggots
I don't need anyone to hold me
I can hold my own
I got a high waist for stretch marks
see where I've grown
I sing sometimes like my life is at stake
cuz you're only as loud as the noises you make
I'm learning to laugh
as hard as I can listen
cuz silence is violence
and women and poor people
if more people were screaming than I could relax
cuz a good brain ain't diddly
if you don't have the facts
We live in a breakable takeable world
an ever available possible world
and we can make music
like we can make do
genius is in the backbeat, back seat to nothing
if you're dancing
especially something stupid, like IQ
for every lie I unlearn, I learn something new
I sing sometimes for the war that I fight
cuz every tool is a weapon
if you hold it right
Went looking for houses with Carly today. Found a couple really cute houses for sale. Sick of living in the middle of a bad party. Sick of filth, sick of helping to support people who don't follow through with the most basic of responsibilities.
Must go to class tomorrow. AHHHHHHHHHH. Must finish astronomy test. Must go to park with dog(cuz its fun). Must shower. Must watch American Idol. Must get ready for bed. Must say goodbye.
IQ
When I was four years old
they tried to test my IQ
they showed me this picture of three oranges and a pear
they asked me which one is different, it does not belong
they taught me different is wrong
but uhhh
When I was thirteen years old
I woke up one morning
thighs covered in blood like a war, like a warning
that I live in a breakable takeable body
an ever increasingly valuable body
that a woman had come in the night to replace me
deface me
see...
My body is borrowed
I got it on loan
from the time in between my mom
and some maggots
I don't need anyone to hold me
I can hold my own
I got a high waist for stretch marks
see where I've grown
I sing sometimes like my life is at stake
cuz you're only as loud as the noises you make
I'm learning to laugh
as hard as I can listen
cuz silence is violence
and women and poor people
if more people were screaming than I could relax
cuz a good brain ain't diddly
if you don't have the facts
We live in a breakable takeable world
an ever available possible world
and we can make music
like we can make do
genius is in the backbeat, back seat to nothing
if you're dancing
especially something stupid, like IQ
for every lie I unlearn, I learn something new
I sing sometimes for the war that I fight
cuz every tool is a weapon
if you hold it right