I gave up looking for easy answers Contemplating words that left such scars Composed with the cruelty of kindness Her arms outstretched with lips ajar I'd have her arrested But she has no hands and I can't trust my Western eyes At night she wanders about the jail cell Her refusal's all too much to bear The brilliance and light are left intangible Language is lost now I just stare and stare and stare and stare She's someone that can't be colored With paint nor privilege nor another's blood By way of protest and backwards passion I sought to grab and then hold on To what I thought was truth in the frigid grip of vanity Where has it gone? Where has it gone? Where has it gone? Now reckless flames Engulf the frame of the one true monument