he looks at me
with the red badge of courage on his arm
I want an expensive coffee
and a decadent magazine
I want to forget what I hate and be skinny
have money
kiss the enemy
but it's so hard
when I'm cold, and I'm a radical, and
the Bible stares me down
it's easy to say
I won't.
I will.
please don't look at me with your
red badge of courage
I might feel bad
and heaven forbid another
over privileged american teenage
GIRL
have her feelings hurt.
with the red badge of courage on his arm
I want an expensive coffee
and a decadent magazine
I want to forget what I hate and be skinny
have money
kiss the enemy
but it's so hard
when I'm cold, and I'm a radical, and
the Bible stares me down
it's easy to say
I won't.
I will.
please don't look at me with your
red badge of courage
I might feel bad
and heaven forbid another
over privileged american teenage
GIRL
have her feelings hurt.
2 Comments:
At May 19, 2005 at 6:57 PM,
Kendra said…
i like this one...the way it descends. what's the 'red badge' besides a book? i like decadent magazines and expensive coffees, too. i also like decadent coffees and expensive magazines. Har! har!
At May 19, 2005 at 8:53 PM,
Rachel said…
Amen Sista! The red badge of courage was just this random punk guy in my history class who had given blood that morning, and I liked the imagery.
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