Blood One
Kathleen Hanna
A-E-I dont owe you nothing
Nothing
nada,
Nothing, never
I dont fit into yr dumb words
Language is memory pushing thru my skin
Bloody memory that filters everything
Blood is One
Hate is Two
My Pussy is Three, 3
That makes you for
Peace, Love and Equality
Your terms
I dont fit into those words
Yr alphabet is spelled with my blood
Yr alphabet is spilled with our blood
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
I dont understand
I dont understand