She stood,
Teary eyed, and pained
As she asked me that question
That I didn't know how to answer...
"How can you do that to yourself--
How can you mutilate.."
She stopped there
As if she could no longer speak
And when she said that word..
That dirty word..
It sounded like a disease
Like I had a disease
She made me feel sick
but I don't know how to explain
And I don't know how to talk anymore
No matter how small my words are
Or how slow I talk
Or how precisely I explain it
She'll never get it
And I don't think
She wants to.
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A SUPER oldie (back in about 2000)...
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