America

I got my first period in an airplane
Didn't feel chosen, ripe or ready, just thought I would die.
Accustomed to the unfamiliar in an airplane, 
Being high up, above the ocean, seeing floods run wild.
I used up all the tissues in the airplane,
Was a child for the flight attendant when I asked for more
I didn't tell my mother until we landed
In America.
 
The girl I just lost, I had bled her out
Going to the land of the free and the home of doubt,
This woman in turn she would kneel right down
To accept the award that just shook the New World I had found.
No flight homebound.
 
My mother had taken me to Colorado
To do something fun together after my spinal surgery
So I went to see my cousins in Colorado
We played. But I also noticed their rings of purity
So much with the earthly and the body
There, by the Rocky Mountains. It felt a bit like sorcery
That they had promised their Father that nobody
In America, or outside America, or anywhere near America…
 
The girl will get lost, If you let her out
Belonging to the land of the free - not to be brought out
The woman in turn she will settle down
In front of god and the man that will take her in her wedding gown.
Kissing home ground.
 
So, I got my first period and went to America
Hoping true love waits, that it awaits for me. When could that stuff begin?
With a crooked back and bleeding in America
Came fourth of July, 1996.
The air was thin.