the big day has comethe bell is soundingi run my hands through my hair one last timeoutside the prison wallsthe town is gatheringpeople are trading crime for crime everyone needs to see the prisonerthey need to make it even easierthey see me as a symbol, and not a human beingthat way they can kill mesay […]
Category Archives: Ani DiFranco
I'm No Heroine
you think I wouldn’t have himunless I could have him by the ballsyou think I just dish it outyou don’t think I take it at allyou think I am strongeryou think I walk taller than the restyou think I’m usually wearing the pantsjust ’cause I rarely wear a dress well… when you look at meyou […]
Itch
I am evening the scoreI am cutting the umbilical cordcurled with my teeth against my kneesI am scratching at my consciousnesslike a bitch with fleasI think you’ll be greatly pleasedto learn that yours was the hardestitch to relieve this is mewithout my hairwelcome to my open stareI got nothing to hide no morewhy disguise what […]
If It Isn't Her
standing like john wayneshe is full framedshe is center stageand my imagination israttling in its cageI didn’t really noticewhen everything else disappearedbut as far as I’m concernedif it isn’t herit isn’t here she says do I know youI say well, no, not biblicallybut I’ve been waiting for you comeand talk to meI have been playingtoo […]
Out Of Range
just the thoughtof our bedmakes me crumble like the plasterwhere you punched the wall beside my bedand I tryto draw the linebut it ends up running down the middle of memost of the time boys get locked up in some prisongirls get locked up in some houseand it don’t matter if it’s a wardenor a […]
Falling Is Like This
You give me that look that’s like laughingwith liquid in your mouthlike you’re choosing between chokingand spitting it all outlike you’re trying to fight gravityon a planet that insiststhat love is like fallingand falling is like this Feels like reckless driving when we’re talkingIt’s fun while it lasts, and it’s faster than walkingBut no one’s […]
Looking For The Holes
I am looking for the holesthe holes in your jeansbecause I want to knoware they worn out in the seator are they worn out in the knees there are so many ways to wearwhat we’ve got before it’s goneto make use of what is thereI don’t wear anything I can’t wipe my hands on do […]
Out Of Habit
the butter melts out of habitthe toast isn’t even warmthe waitress and the man in the plaid shirtplay out a scene they’ve playedso many times beforeI am watching the sun stumble home in the morningfrom a bar on the east side of townand the coffee is just water dressed in brownbeautiful but boringhe visited me […]