i'm too much with myself, i wanna be someone else.

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  1. "What does it matter
    if I wore my skirt short,
    my hair stacked high,
    my eyeliner black and thick,

    if my long earrings jangled
    when I ran
    and I wore a padded bra
    under my gold lamée blouse
    or no bra at all
    under a sheer one?

    When I danced naked in my apartment
    or stripped on a mountain
    and made love amid ferns and conifers,
    I was like all
    the other animals.

    And I say
    the body is a golden chalice
    filled with guts
    and menstrual blood.
    Every living cell is holy,
    radiant as a stained-glass window
    with sunlight streaming through.

    So what does it matter
    how many men wanted me?
    What does it matter
    if I had my way?"

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