Child, the shame I felt

I would just lay there and wonder: "Does he see me?"

Gaze so absent, on a secret mission, and me

Though a willing collaborator, still

A minor character in a backstory that didn't truly belong to me

Though I knew I was there

He would have thought I was as ghostly as I am now

And if for one moment I might guide his movements, knowing the location of my own desire

Or ask to delay the impending pressure until I could position myself pleasurably so

I would be accused of Jezebel behavior

Skewing duty, messing with the balance of what I was destined by god, he said: "Do you see?"

Josephine said: "Wives don't get those moments and that it is blasphemous and beyond evening[<-?] to even inquire, you was raised better than that"

She said: "A dutiful wife is an angel of the ages, you smile, you look pretty, but stay on the borderline of dumb, undramatic and devoted. Know your charge!"

I had some reservations about him

Really didn't pay much attention

I just gave it to god to sort out my world

It tickles me when I think about it too much, because, honey he really tried, but...

He tried to ruin my sense of self worth with every move

I think about what Truth used to say

She said: "If I have to answer for the deeds done on my body just as much as men, I have a right to have as much as a man"

In the early days, he looked at me with such love and care

But by the end days, honey, he looked at me with disdain and wild paranoid suspicion

Made me feel like a slave in my own soul

Well... they didn't know I was electric, alive, spirited, fired and free

My spirit overshadowing, my dreams too bombastic

My eyes too sparkling, my laughter too true

My name is your name, our name is their name

We are named, we remember, they forget

My name is your name, our name is their name

We are named

We remember, they forget

My name is your name, our name is their name

We are named

We remember, they forget