Welcome to your new job as my bodyguard
The road ahead, I know it will be hard
But when I ask for your help I know
You’ll say, do you need one of my hands or both?
And I need them both
Because I was born in a sinking boat
With one hand tied behind my back
The other one I gave to those who lack
Even one hand to clap
Who are being attacked
Who were only surprised, in fact
That when they woke up several days ago
Someone said, we still have such a ways to go
Like, 'oh, you didn't know?
That’s not the way it always goes.'
Hands tied, feet in chains,
Blindfolded, gagged, and in pain,
Saying, 'Oh, now you can see me?
Yesterday, I was inconvenient
Invisible, but still too loud
Pushed further and further underground.
But do you know what happens
to a seed that is buried?
It rises from the ashes
With the knowledge it carries.'
So, anyway, back to your new job description,
Protecting lives whose value is called into question
Are you prescribed any medical prescriptions?
Well you’re gonna have to come down with something
So we can come up with something
To keep our hearts pumping.
Yeah I have a Doctor
But soon I won’t be able to talk to her
And therapy, well that’s just off the table,
Good thing I’m so practiced in crying and remaining stable
It’s not that I’m sad and weak and whining
I’m fucking angry at the way the world wants to define me
And how much more that says about the hand hiding behind the finger pointing
And how I don’t envy a life that lonely and disjointing
But I admit responsibility for creating a world this disappointing
My point being
I’m done crying, for today
I have a new ally
Born out of rage
It’s everyone I can see
It’s everyone I don’t see
I want everyone to know me
So if they need help they can show me
I want everyone to be seen
So if they can help
They can feel free
I want my enemy to know:
You are my greatest hope.
We were told we were two sides
Of the coin we were both owed,
But these political food fights
Leave us all hungry and broke.
I want everyone who didn’t vote
To have to wear the hijab,
And I know, even with a different president,
It would still be our job
To explain why the lives of people in
Afghanistan, Pakistan, Libya, Yemen, Somalia, Iraq, Syria
Don’t matter just because they aren’t here yet
Matter less here, probably
Then in their countries where we’re bombing them.
See, this is why I can’t do anymore stand up comedy
The only joke I have on me is my body
And even that’s up for grabs you see,
The butt of my jokes is now my pussy.
But I’m not gonna grab back,
Cause I didn’t ask for that
And I know that’s a gruesome image for you
I’m really sorry about that
But my pain is yours now to feel
Like your pain is mine now to heal.
We have to come together fast.
No more labels,
No more rape jokes.
Unless you survived that,
and you’re reminded that
You’re alive to laugh
Someone is going to get up and go to work
So I promise to get up and get there first
I promise to love those who hurt me worst
I promise to keep saying hello to strangers
And loving visibily in danger
I promise to carry more than I can hold
And give more than I take
I won’t let my eyes close
I will stay awake
I promise I would catch a bullet to hear what you have to say
I promise, you are the reason
I woke up today.