Put me in the boxing ring and I spar with the best of them,
you don't know me as Italian
or well spoken
or a Sheik
I didn't need you to call this, or any other of mine, a lavender marriage,
you had no sense when it came to flowery words
And don't call me a Latin Lover when you have no concept of how to love,
or what love entails
And don't call me a Pink Powder Puff again,
because you don't know the likes of me behind closed doors,
I knew very young that I would die early,
the way that interesting people feel the need to do,
And I knew that they would put me in a box,
so I could lie in state
so I could lie here,
in this state,
and they would all come and show you that they loved me for me,
and no one else,
certainly not for you
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