I was headin’ down ghetto town
Dodgin’ traffic on the ground
Then I saw ya standin’ there
Playin’ with ya daughter’s hair

I was puttin’ footprints in the rubble
Assurin’ they don’t lead to trouble
I just yearned to see you with my eyes
and not in pixilated lies

Peakin’ through ya burqua and I understand the stare
Peakin’ through ya burqua and suddenly...
I’m aware

I am aware

I’m a blondie, I’m a blondie
And-a through my clothes ya see my body
You must think I got the money
and my life all “Emirate”

I’m runnin’ low, near to empty
Makes ya get a new incentive
Takin’ purses from the plenty
I wouldn’t put it past you or me.

I know I come from far away
My darling we are more the same
A pawn on a board in a chess game
against computer on advanced play

I’m on first world minimum wage
and your third world hands look slaved and grey
This ain’t no pageant speech mmm k?
I think about you every day

Peakin’ through ya burqua and I understand the stare
Peakin’ through ya burqua and suddenly...
I’m aware

I am aware

I’m a blondie, I’m a blondie
And-a through my clothes you see my body
You must think I got the money
and my life all “Emirate”

I’m runnin’ low, near to empty
Makes ya get a new incentive
Takin’ purses from the plenty
I wouldn’t put it past you or me.

Mother and daughter, Bahariya, Egypt
Photographer: Emily Pleskun (05.12.07)