I am pen. I am paper. I am Nobe.

From Roda, to Lexie, to Me..

Squint your eyes and look closer
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some

And I’m beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you’re going to get hungry
And eat most of the words you just said

Both my parents taught me about good will
And I have done well by their names
Just the kindness I’ve lavished on strangers
Is more than I can explain

Still there’s many who’ve turned out their porch lights
Just so I would think they were not home
And hid in the dark of their windows
Til I’d passed and left them alone

And God help you if you are an ugly girl
Course too pretty is also your doom
Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
For the prettiest girl in the room

And God help you if you are a pheonix
And you dare to rise up from the ash
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
While you are just flying backI’m not trying to give my life meaning
By demeaning you

And I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I’m not saying that I’m a saintI just don’t want to live that way
No, I will never be a saint
But I will always say

Cause someday you might find you’re starving
And eating all of the words you said

32 flavors and then some, Ani DiFranco