Let my body give you an overdose
My aura moves the dominos
They said I have demons, Ha?
Even the demons loved me, Ra!
To be strong, don’t ask me to
I am strong already, I can make a crew
I was just not ready
I was 21 about turning 22
Run, run, devil, run run
And that won’t change. Ana Hurra!
I liked quotes about life
And sometimes shared ones about patriarchal depression
Lived my life and fought repression
I think yellow might fit
I will put you some lashes so you can see
Contour your chin
Ana Hurra is in my skin
That I have always been
I feel burnt, makeup is my ashes
And spread them well
Beauty is what I like to see
Even when I die and leave the white dress which matches
Wear my dress and use my witch matches!
Black mascara dropping down along with my tear
Breaks, cuts, attacks, stigma, judging, severe
I wonder for how long you will remember me
A month, maybe a year?
Lost the makeup artist
Your society is unfree
Rather make-up free
You cut the tree and forgot that I lead
Your eye contacts are dipped in a blinding liquid
On Earth I give birth
All the world’s waters feed my seed
When I quit
I used to give more colours to women’s faces
You made me break hearts
I am born again in art
And every time a woman like me gets burnt
Use the ashes
Till this burning stops…
Being your daddy’s favourite collection of broken teacups!
They said I’m possessed by demons ha?