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Unchain my Heart

Unchain my heart baby let me be 

Cause you don't care                          

please set me free 

I'm under your spell
                Like a woman in a trance                  

And you don't care a bag of beans for me 

What now?

here. hidden by day & night

Be. Less. More. Woman

Above all

From...with Love

What???

FromAbove

underCover

The Wonder of She

What a woman must do - Ursula Rucker

Until you walk, run, fight a mile in her shoes
Don´t you dare stand in front of me and tell me
What a woman must do
She must
Swing from chandeliers for undeserving spouses and paramours
Who deny her suffrage by day, but crave and praise her womanly wiles by
night
Good enough to fuck but, not good enough to vote
She must
Wipe away tears and reclaim strength
After rape, abortion, lover's betrayal, child's birth, child's death,
husband's abuse
She must
Be called a muse
Which is just a synonym for use
Put upon pedestals , Dainty and protected
And because of that disrespected , Victorianized
Made a paradox of famous anonymity
Left to go insane with too much femininity
Staring at yellow wallpaper
Her heart
Open
Her legs
Open
Warm and welcoming
Waiting…for words of appreciation that never come…for equal pay that never comes
Waiting for love
Waiting for acknowledgment not judgment  , Waiting
And when seeking or achieving any kind of power
Reduced to labels like…
Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke
She must
Never settle for less based upon her womaness
Embrace the pronoun and power of SHE
Know if nothing else that her uniqueness is blessed
And a necessary component in the union between universe and people
Equal to man
At times above human understanding
She don't have to lay down for nothing or nobody
Her body in and out a wonder
The wonder of SHE

Bad Lips

Freaky Love - Bad Lips

Tudo.
A língua, o ar quente. Os dentes. O lençol. O café quente demais. A laranja ácida. O pão pastoso. O cigarro amargo e doce. A mão. A água. O baton. A luz. A cor. Mais café.
Tudo menos um beijo que não se pode auto-dar, auto-beijar. Ou pode inventar-se.
E tudo. Ou nada.

Pic: Kim Sung Jin