Cactus
They talk to me
On the bus
On the street
On the train
When I'm waiting on a bench
For my thoughts
To coagulate
And I wish I was more like the cactus
Just look, don't touch
Don't follow me, don't bother me, don't holler at me
But I'm drowned out by the sound of two voices saying three
When I don't have the luxury of making a scene
And I'm drowned out by the sirens and the violence they bring
When I don't have the luxury of making a scene
They ask for me
To apologize
For tripping on their shoes
Have you tried
Not sticking them out in the aisle
I can only walk in
This small portion
They ask me where I'm from
Or what my tattoo means
Or where I am going
All dressed up like that
And I wish I was more like the raven
I could call out their shit
Don't complain to me, explain to me, tell me what I need
But I'm drowned out by the sound of two voices saying three
When I don't have the luxury of making a scene
And I'm drowned out by the sirens and the violence they bring
When I don't have the luxury of making a scene
And I
Trust no man
To tell me
How the world
Really is
I trust no man
To tell me
How the world
Really is
And I'm hearing all the men talk of male philosophies
And I listen as the men in suits legislate my body
And I just listen cause the men, they don't
They don't listen to me
Cause I don't have the luxury of
I don't have the luxury of
I don't have the luxury of making a scene
On the bus
On the street
On the train
When I'm waiting on a bench
For my thoughts
To coagulate
And I wish I was more like the cactus
Just look, don't touch
Don't follow me, don't bother me, don't holler at me
But I'm drowned out by the sound of two voices saying three
When I don't have the luxury of making a scene
And I'm drowned out by the sirens and the violence they bring
When I don't have the luxury of making a scene
They ask for me
To apologize
For tripping on their shoes
Have you tried
Not sticking them out in the aisle
I can only walk in
This small portion
They ask me where I'm from
Or what my tattoo means
Or where I am going
All dressed up like that
And I wish I was more like the raven
I could call out their shit
Don't complain to me, explain to me, tell me what I need
But I'm drowned out by the sound of two voices saying three
When I don't have the luxury of making a scene
And I'm drowned out by the sirens and the violence they bring
When I don't have the luxury of making a scene
And I
Trust no man
To tell me
How the world
Really is
I trust no man
To tell me
How the world
Really is
And I'm hearing all the men talk of male philosophies
And I listen as the men in suits legislate my body
And I just listen cause the men, they don't
They don't listen to me
Cause I don't have the luxury of
I don't have the luxury of
I don't have the luxury of making a scene
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Writer(s): Jasmine Sankaran
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