Birdsong

Birdsong makes me squirm 'Cause I've learned To assume it's from a man Standing by the road Cig in tow Making all kinds of demands "Smile, sugar- sweet" Eyes concrete I stare intensely Trying to appear So austere With a pinch of strong and angry I like looking bad Like a bag Feeling the security Of knowing no one's there Who would care Or make remakes at me When I'm feeling fine I resign To the fact that there are eyes Who won't let me be As carefree As they were when they were nine I wish I could be Safe inside my skin I was nine when I Skated by And a big white truck stopped by me Two grown men were there I was scared And they whistled at my hiney Please stop staring It would be One thing if I thought you knew me But I don't think you do And it's rude I should know cause I like staring I wish I could be Safe inside my skin Birdsong makes me squirm Cause I've learned To assume it's from a man Standing by the road Cigarette in tow Making all kinds of demands