Mr. Man
Oh, my Mr. Man
You tell me to write
to express exactly who I am
to share with you my plan
But tell me, my Mr. Man
Why should I write for you
Expose my burning fire and
lay down the words of my broken heart
Give you my full story, the good—the bad
share with you the moments that make me
the moments that break me
You write for me, oh my Mr. Man!
You speak and stare with expression
Mr. Man with the red hands
Red hands tired from you, exhausted from the
job you bare—Write me this, speak to me in your language,
show me how the purple of an elephant relates to the
darkness of your heart
You ask so much of me, and tell me
my Mr. Man
What shall I ask of you
