Allegations cloud the atmosphere
You work to live, you live to work
I've worked hard.


My hair is soaked in peroxide
painted in bleach
The pale gold wash
Of Iowa fields of wheat
Thrushed in perspiration


My eyes are hastily rimmed
in common kohl
Mined from the mountains
In Georgia mornings of old
Appalachian Cleopatra


My skin is heavily powdered
Like the cocaine
That built Los Angeles
With blood and pain
Capitalism in motion


My gaze was once pure blue
Clear Nebraska skies
Now clouded in shadow
Like the smoke Detroit cries
We're leaking pollution


My hips are sturdy and thick
Iron in blood and will
Like industrial frame
Our structures stand still
Artificial ingenuity


My breasts are generous
Like Thanksgiving day
Exaggerated and fattened
By pilgrims' buffet
Gluttony drives commerce


My lips stained ruby
Like Indian blood
Spilled to color our flag
A taboo unheard of
Secrets wave in the wind


Concentration camps and ghettos
Muddle my veins
Revolution lays in wait
As the bile in my gut


My eyes are blue murder
My lips are red violence
My skin is icy white indifference
I am Patriotism


My form is man-made
Chiseled and adorned
By the NY stock exchange
The bible, sugar and porn
I worked hard

Harder than you ever will

I am fake
I am Saint Pamela Lee
Madonna on the rocks
Sweet Marilyn Magdalene
I am proud
I am American