Bear

A porcupine star, a nuclear weapon

I am the cause, I am the weapon

Old habits and old ways are speaking

I want it to stop, but it's already happened

I want it to stop, but it's already happened

It's in the divide that I see it

The bear with a bird in it's paw, squeezing too hard

In distress and in flight from the voices

I want it to stop, but it's already happened

The feminine love in me will never die

She gets up every time, punched and bruised and denied

Asked much more than what is kind

While the child beats up the fruit that feeds it