i need your love like the earth needs water i knead your love like a kitten kneads her mother i need your love like a thought strives to be original yet continues to recycle and reprocess the historical life in centripetal forces of course will always bring you back around the world has lifted this little girl up and then it consistently throws her back down still you know that i always come back around i am a warrior of womanhood gone wrong, then dusted off to sing a song this melody is a memory of older and odder ladies of the language of men i will carry on crusades that are much older than the blood in my veins i have collected the selective subconscious of my elders in a hearst that i have outlayed i am a witch who has come to raise their distant voices which were thought to be decayed i carry on torches that burned near so far as i can see beyond the sun and time and without restraint to "days" they are the voices of empathy they are the voices of truth they are the voices of sharing they are the voices of youth within each search of my ancestral links i can see nothing yet when i look around i see that everyone is linked to me there is no escape you see? you equals me equals equality. right? so what's with this double tongued entendre that i have been taught to embrace? equality in reality is beginning to mean "i'm better than you" when you look in its face the folks who preach this far too frequently have never even looked up the meaning equality is the condition of being treated equally let's disregard what you think of my history i fear this will never happen yet i work towards the peaceful ways of tolerance i believe that when we are finally free you will embrace me regardlessly