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THESE ARE THE LYRICS TO MY FAVORITE SONG RIGHT NOW:

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subtle sister
by alix olson

So weve learned karate,
carry knives on our runs
wield words like weapons
prepare glares-like hidden guns,
weve deconstructed, demystified
tried retribution, remythologized,
weve been diagnosed with your diseases,
and still tried pleases, tried tears, tried Jesus.

You wanna see what its like down here
in this pool of someone elses rules, well
jump in, take a swim or just sit in this pit
squishing bare toes in someone elses bullshit,
we do it all the time.

Still weve tried being patient,
collected, calm, nice
trying praying, tried laying you
paying the price,
weve learned to scream
until our throats throbbed
what else do you do
while your cunts being robbed.

And they say youve made progress, girls,
take a rest in-between
but see while youre resting,
someone else is progressing,
its what ive seen.
So i take back the whispers,
the cute mute act,
and the high pitched giggles, yeah
i take them back,
i wont avoid your stare, evade your step,
nothing of that kind,
wont help you help me victimize
the only space thats mine.

See now Id put my life on the line just to see them trip,
frown and say funny love, i never saw you slip.
i say, my life on the line-
you say man, shes jaded.
i say, maybe controls overrated.
like when we cackled, they called us witches,
now we dont giggle they call us bitches
well Im cacklin loud, taking it back, full of hiss,
cacklin loud, cackling proud now.

And theyre getting nervous with this kissing each other,
scratching their heads,
whats going on brother
and they yell feed your husband, stop feeding the fire!
and we just cackle,
were a fuckin witches choir.
and we sing sharpen your knives, sharpen your daughters
steam up the mirrors, bake us some dreams,
cook up some riots, fry up some screams,
and when youre sick of your skirts
slice open the seams
cause they want domestics,
theyll give us needle and thread
for patching their egos.
well sow revolution instead.

And i hear you saying
subtle, sister,
less bite, more bark
you can make your point without leaving such a mark.
subtle, sister,
stop your seething,
i think we got it, i think were even:

subtle like a penis pounding its target?
subtle like your hissing from across the street?

subtle like the binding on my sisters feet?
subtle like her belly raped with his semen,
draped in his fuck, funny,
doesnt seem even.

See, sometimes angers subtle, stocked in metaphor
full of finesse and dressed in allure
yes, sometimes angers subtle, less rage than sad
leaking slow through spigots you didnt know you had.
and sometimes its just

fuck you.
fuck you.
you see, and to me,

Thats poetry too.