Daughter Songtext
von Alix Olson

She′s gonna love the color pink and then
Not sure the order, the right, this is the right order
But I think it's like pink at like the age four or something
Like when she gets a little bit older she′ll like love purple
'Cause I know a lot of children and I used to do that
And she'll love purple when she gets a little older
She′ll like love, um, red and then when
She gets a little older she′ll love green
When she gets a little older she'll, she′ll love blue
And then when she gets a little older she'll love all the colors

Everything

That′s what it's all about

I′ll teach my daughter to bang on anything that makes a beat
She'll shake a boom, she'll quake a room
She′ll paint her cheeks warrior style then smile

Begal you, turn you inside out ′til your guts plead guilty

She'll be built like a truck

Built to work you down as she works herself up


She′ll make holes in the streets in her ten inch spike heels
And combat boot stilts on roller wheels
She'll stroll through male pride, Amazon babes at her side
She′ll relinquish white privilege, observe, be wise
She'll compromise when the fire is stoked by other women′s desires
But she'll never leave the flame all the same
She'll crave what makes her burn
She′ll learn her cunt′s good name

The thick red lips, the small hot tip
No more of this cryptic shit
This vagina will be known

She'll park in all the wrong places
Make faces at police cars, wind up behind bars
Bust out big before serving her time

Fingernails full of this grime we call reality

She′ll dig her way through

She'll pick her nose when she has to

She′ll scratch her ass

She'll be a crass Medusa child, a wild healthy fiend
She′ll live in all fonts and all sizes
Curly cues, caps, italics and bold


She'll fold airplanes out of shredded Cosmos and Mademoiselles
Then pilot them to Never Say Never Land
Where Peter Pan's gay and Wendy′s okay with it
She′ll wear thick braids, she'll shave her head
She′ll eat thick breads, she'll let her breasts flop
She′ll mop the floor like Cinderella
Then with rebellion prowess she'll
Unionize daughters for a higher allowance

She′ll be male and female and in between

She'll pray and then crack her mirror
Crack a beer and watch Love Connection

She'll go for days without taking a shower

Just to feel unchained ivory slave power
She′ll want more than what she′s entitled to

She'll watch through Nike commercials and she′ll just undo it
Ask who's making that shit, who′s breaking their backs
Keeping her breaking that glass ceiling
She'll do all of this

And she′ll do none of this

And it's funny how we hide behind these daughters, you know
Hide ahead of our own herstories
Scared of ourselves, scared of the world
Scared of someone who made us one way or another

Well this time around I'll be bound to my own mind womb
In my own birthing room I′ll squeeze out

Squeeze out each crimson thick belief
Then each, each pungent sweet placenta
And relieved I will tear off this
Country′s welcome to the world certificate
Tear off my father's father′s father's father′s name
I'll legitimate my own entrance into a thinking existence
I will birth myself towards resistance

But no frantic tick-tock of this biological clock
On my own time, foremothers at my sides
Sisters as midwives, I′ll cut my cord
Head for that war
I will birth myself into this drum-beating bastard child
Head first

Head first

Mind first

Mine first

I will mother myself into my own grown daughter
And I will call myself a homegrown woman