Invisible
Momma look at me I’m a Buddha
Momma look at me I’m a Jew
Momma look at me I’m Christian now
Momma look again I’m Hindu
Don’t you see I’m an artist. Don’t you see I’m a whore
Momma don’t you see I’m a protégé but all I’m really looking for is to be wanted, needed, accepted by this degenerate intoxicated godless society
Am I invisible
Do you not see me
Am I transparent to your senses, you can’t read me
And I uncomfortable in this skin
I’m so deep inside of me it’s overwhelming
Momma look at me I’m your daughter
Momma look at me I’m son
Momma look at me, your baby
Momma look at what I’ve become
Don’t you see I’m an addict. Don’t you see I’m furniture
Momma don’t you see I’m special, the way my brothers never were. Don’t leave me sedated, neglected, forgotten in an ill-perceived and excommunicated desperate minority
Am I invisible
Do you not see me
Am I transparent to your senses, you can’t read me
And I uncomfortable in this skin
I’m so deep inside of me it’s overwhelming
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