Aunt Lolly, 1918-1986 Tell me I'm crazy   Tell me I'm slow Tell me I'm on fire that set fires with my fire Tell me I can't live alone Lock me up, Lock me up, take the key and lock me up  I'm no fair lady  I'm crazy the way they think I am; They're the crazies    women cleaning night and day  What the hell, it all gets dirty again, filthy, putrid, shit. They should be the ones locked up . The men with their sneaky ways    Sneaks. Oh, don't be afraid darlin' I won't touch. Get it, get it, Ha ha. They've locked me up in this awful place Why did they put me here. I can't move, Did they lock me with the key in the window, the key in the sun Light at the window---I don't have the key No I don't NO! These words aren't mine I never said anything out there, only in here. I'll sit here and punch holes in the paper Punch holes in my hand   I'll shut you up All of you on the outside who are crazy Half a century past and I'll speak To my little niece with the green eyes I'll speak to her:  Don't be afraid  sweet darlin'  don't be afraid Just because my eyes are vacant Just because I pee in my pants Just because I wander in and out of  the darkness of night of my grave   my life

Libbi Miriam

Libbi Miriam writes about her inner life.

This page was last updated on: May 1, 2008