I am eight years old Mama come in my room bearing pictures from a magazine She has 'em all laid out All the women and men that look a little bit like me I can see her now Hunched in the morning light with scissors and a cup of tea She tell me: Hunker down, girl Lemme show what it really means to be a beauty queen She sensed the monsters before I could even see their claws She saw their foaming mouths and put that shit in a headlock
