black mascara
the brown rim of dirt tells tales
from underneath my fingernails
the black mascara rolling down your face -
it's a trace - shows mw how frustrated you are
words fall like hail
like acid rain on a new coat of varnish
outside I hear you slam the door
kick your bags into the corners of the hall
sounds like a thousand times you
swear and curse – again and again
have you been meeting black cat crossing
meeting black cat crossing?
minute later you stand in the room
wipe my hands, drop all stuff
I can tell by sandpaper-voice
that anger is in the house today
seems anger is our permanent guest
and that anger just won’t go away
say - has he been givin out? again?
say – why can't you stand up and shout at him?
when he refuses to see
the gorgeous woman
that has grown out of his baby girl
he throws the only pearl he’s got into the swamp
evrytime
everytime
he refuses to see
the great woman you’ve become to be
and his fear just won’t go away
that you’ll walk out on him - one of these days
and the anger is in the house today
and your anger just won’t go away
the brown rim of dirt tells tales
from underneath my fingernails
the black mascara rolling down your face
it’s a trace
shows me how frustrated you are
words fall like hail
like acid rain on a new coat of varnish
you are as sweet as sugar-pie
and there’no need for prove
you are as bright as the sunny skies
and he can rely on you, we can rely on you
you are as sweet as sugar-pie
no need to stand aloof
and if he won’t trust you
just won't trust you
then give him words like hail
a -hai-hai-hail
words like hail
your daddy needs hail