Ringside

Here in my little loop dee loop

is where you could never get in here

not like when you desecrated my dollhouse

or when you repainted my nails to create false comfort

And if I just kept it spinning

right up here and up here and up here

then you could never get in here

not like when you ran your fingers on my neck

and tried to snap it

but I loved hooping far to much for your hoopla

like when you took me for a mute

and someone who couldn't withstand the taste of blood

and someone who couldn't twirl their way right out from under you

But even then I knew how to keep it spinning

up here and up here and up on my beautiful neck

and only my locks would do the trespassing

because I was so good at staying in the lines

up here and here and here and way up here

where you were never welcome