Punk Princess

starlet eyes and scarlet lips
violet glitter fingertips
she’s so bright beyond her years
so well-spoken, so sincere
hands folded, ankles crossed
shirley temple innocence
flawless skin, divinely soft
nonchalant magnificence
say I’m too pretty for the riot
say I’m too fragile for the band
but let me join your revolution
let me show you I’m your man
nimble fingers on electric strings
in time with your burning guitar
a girlhood exiled from her kingdom
taught me to chase the burning stars
an angel’s voice singing dirty words
lying in wait on her honeyed tongue
screaming secrets so long unheard
screaming fury so long unsung
born to break these chains of gold
half punk, half princess: