Solitary Daughter - Bedouine

With the conviction of the woman you made me

I find blades of grass from the island you lent me

I find on every floor, in every drawer

Though I’m not an island, I’m a body of water

Jeweled in the evening, a solitary daughter

If picked at by noon, by midnight I’m ruined

Leave me alone to the books and the radio snow

Leave me alone to the charcoal and the dancing shadow

If each blade of grass was meant here for me

Split apart, sliced, and wedged in for me

Who’s gonna treat it?

I’m not going to need it

I am a lake

Don’t need to be watered

I am an ocean

I don’t need to barter

I play with the moon

My only friend

It pushes it pulls me

I don’t pay rent

I don’t need the walls

To bury my grave

I don’t need your company

To feel saved

I don’t need the sunlight

My curtains don’t draw

I don’t need objects

To keep or to pawn

I don’t want your pity

Concern or your scorn

I’m calm by my lonesome

I feel right at home

And when the wind blows

I get to dancing

My fun is the rhythm of air

When it’s prancing

Leave me alone to the books and the radio snow

Leave me alone to the charcoal and the dancing shadow