Jigsaw falling in it’s place
There is nothing to explain
Regard each other as you pass
She looks back, you look back
Not just once, not just twice
Wish away nightmare
Wish away nightmare
You got a light you can feel it on your back
A light, you can feel it on your back
Jigsaw falling into place
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very very, mad world
"when men open doors for me
yearning for my smile and my lover cups my hips, pulling me to her
whispering “mine” and when my mother looked at my skirt and said “you’re not going out in that”
and my father said I was dead to him,
an embarrassment to the family and they gave him a job instead of me,
and again, and again, and when they spoke over me, boys and beards alike,
wrote their words and theories on my skin
called me hysterical, unreliable, psychotic, and the psychologist asked me what underwear I was wearing,
and the doctor told me to get undressed
while another refused to treat my impure body at all and strange men pulled at my crotch and my breasts, groping, reaching, tearing,
or the taxi driver said I could pay with sex
and I ran like hell
stumbling in the darkness
wishing I’d worn flats and their fists hit my chest, and my body crumpled
they call me slut, whore, cunt
and everyone blamed me, anyway. And you, my sisters, you closed the doors to shelters
and my bruises healed alone organised conferences and
wrote books
while my words went unheard and you told me die tranny bitch
called yourself radical and never once realised how much you are like the men you hate."