“He strapped me down and spoon-fed me

Injustice, confusion, and rage

Until I was too full to move.

He told me this is all there is.”

“They borrow my blood

And put it in a category

It's a passionate burgundy

But it's still in the vial

And I am still sitting here

Exactly as I shouldn't be”

“I’m sitting on white paper again

My blood is in a clear bottle with a blue top

It should be whizzing about inside me through loops and turns

But it’s standing still, exactly as it shouldn’t be”