If This Body Ain't A Weapon

 you seem puzzled at my outrage 
 at my roller coaster days
 at my cynicism and petulence
 you seem confused by my existence
 and i don't mean to be trite
 but what do you expect? 
 this thick little body 
 ain't much of a weapon 
 but i'm going to use it to the limits
 because hidden behind that crevice of a grin 
 is a razor edged tongue 
 it snaps and spits 
 like some patriotic flag in the wind 
 and behind these blue eyes 
 is anger beyond your imagination 
 but i channel it into veins 
 til they are writhing with the pain of it all 
 and it keeps me up at night sometimes
 no break with night fall 
 and my eyes glint and flash
 in the stillness of a silent bedroom 
 and petty wars are waged on my ceiling 
 while the real one plays out across the world 
 bombs dropping from the air 
 as fast as my synapses pump information through 

 this thick little body ain't much of a weapon 
 but its got its share of wildcards 
 shoved up a sleeve 
 its been abused in a few different ways 
 some of those phrases 
 are still echoing 
 through the mind cave

 and god damn it
 this body ain't much of a weapon
 weighted down with nike shoes 
 and brand name emblems
 til its hard to walk 
 and of course i can bend
 but who says i won't break 
 'cuz there's only so much 
 that this skeleton can take 
 i can sway a bit one way 
 or the other 
 but this whole conversion theory 
 just doen't work 

 and fuck this body 
 if it doesn't meet your requirements
 its the only one i've got 
 what do you expect me to do 
 so kiss me tender if you like it 
 caress me delicately if you appreciate it 
 but don't think its your downfall 
 don't shoot off fireworks in me
 if you ain't got the match, boy 

 my tongue acts out a scene of its own 
 a dialogue chosen at random 
 wrapping around words
 like winters white 
 wraps around the city 
 razor edge tongue 
 weary of censoring 
 ready to compose its own cacophony at will 

 walking on eggshells 
 is an exhausting affair 

 Jesus Christ, 
 if this body ain't much of a weapon
 then strip it down the basics
 and build it all over again 
 carefully reappying the necessary layers 
 covering it up this time
 with much thicker skin 
 round breasts and prominent hips 
 striking blue eyes 
 in a halo of hair 

 with all this discussion, diversion 
 you still seem puzzled at my outrage 
 confused by who I am 
 and i contemplate the idea
 that you are blind deep inside
 because this is the only body i have
 no trading in 
 no refunds or remodels 
 this is the only body i have
 and god damn it, 
 if it ain't much of a weapon 
 i'll push it to its limits
 and i'll employ this tongue
 that rages and spits
 because if you aren't enraged 
 you're just fucking blind 
 because this thick little body 
 it attached to a mind
 and together...
 
 ...we're a weapon. 

~Jasmine