It's getting closer

Turn me over
so you don't have to see my face

My eyes so bright they burn you
Filled with knowledge
of myself
of my world
of my history
of my god

I throw it out;
toss it out of me
in my bright burning eyes

It's better that you don't see
my fight through frigidity
through patriarchy
through neuroses

Better to act and assume that
this would not suit your needs

Head Down, Eyes Shut
Ass Up
Offer Me Relief