diarybook, page 2

12/30/88

Tuesday is the Day of War

Tuesday
is a girl on the floor
with legs spead wide to show inside
the dancer

Tuesday
is a girl , not a whore
her Cleopatra eyes fight for the answer

men slap dollars on the floor
Tuesday shows them what it's for
her ruby lips say "thank you sir"
her mind throws knives into the blur

Somday she says she will be free
to wear her black clothes all day long
in silence

Today
she draws on the wall, of the dressingroom
wearing nothing but silence

now she's dancing on the stage
she smiles so sexy to hide her rage
a businessman puts money down
she gets on her knees to that funky sound

daddy save us all