Sheila E said so
many moons ago
when I was butchering my hair with Finesse hairspray
trying to be somebody
and being nobody
It's glamorous
glitter and gold
a holorific fantasy
"Showtime, Synergy!"
and I ain't in control
and my first name ain't baby
and my last name ain't Jackson neither, bitch
So, what do I do?
when I can't sing like Irene Cara on Fame?
and men won't be my slaves like they will for Grace Jones?
and She-Ra's breastplate is a little snug?
and my eyes don't sparkle like Lynda Carter's?
Do I end it all
in a blitz of pop rocks and soda?
dance the night away
to India and Cynthia
till the white towel on my head
becomes the gleaming locks of Storm?
