German Wife.

I'm the poor homely lesbian who everyone hates
Not because I'm poor...
Not because I'm homely...
Not because I'm a lesbian...
I feel distraught
So many emotions.
I can't even bare them anymore.
I place the earbuds in my deaf ears
And blast my newest theme song...
'Glory Box'
Portishead...
"Give me a reason to be a...
woman."

I'm the poor homely lesbian...
A radical at heart.
I'd cuff myself to the side of the White House...
Demand my rights
as a woman...
And embrace the fact the males are intimidated by me.
So...
they take advantage of me.

I'm the poor homely lesbian.
I swear it feels as if he's raped me too many times,
If only you knew how he treated me.
Just because I love women...
"How do you know?"
"I don't know, it just feels right."

I put up with this agony...
So much.
I wish everyone the best of luck in life.
It's a long road,
and most people lie.
I'm the poor homely lesbian,
who has the best friends in the world.
I beg and beg for them to be alright.
While I demand my Italian wife not to worry...
While I sit in a corner and worry as well...
Bemused about my next victory at war.
Amazon or not...
Some wars you just can't win.

I wish I could just take one of them,

Tuck them inside me.

Keep them safe from the harm of men

I've wished and wished for her not to go near...

I've beseeched the Goddess.

But still she won't listen.

Perhaps I deserve this,

For harping her,

But I wish she knew... 

I'm the poor homely lesbian.
Who just cares way too much.