I’m a filmmaker
My mind is a bullpen seething with mischief.
I know I can adventure into places unknown with my camera.
Which is why
I’m a pest, by the very nature of this camera in my hands.
I look suspicious so the pigs show up to check me out.
Usually I’m doing nothing wrong,
unless my film is “morally wrong” and my teacher
Can’t put his name on MY video.
I’m the only dictator of America.
I show the real us;
The thing we arent is what we say we should be,
so I have to show ourselves lying in lies.
Some say that isn’t fair, that I “have no right!”
What is fair now?
To be fair isn’t enough any more. We must be ferociously fair.
Feminists fighting for fairness
And those who strive for it aren’t stupid. Except
The ones who think I can’t film a woman without also having to film a man.
Can’t we have our spotlight without including you?
For that very reason I will make films of women who are stronger than any man
You see. The trouble with me is that I am a vindictive old shanty-Irish bitch.