Year Three, Week Twenty: “Mathilde, Pt. 3”

Pt. 2: https://mysongwritingyear.com/2015/11/16/year-two-week-eighteen-mathilde-pt-2/

Pt. 1: https://mysongwritingyear.com/2014/04/23/week-twenty-five-mathilde/

Lyrics:

She made a pink pussy hat for her daughter
and wrapped and old red shawl around her hair
Winding down Storrow Drive past the Charles’ icy waters
Mathilde’s come to march on Copley Square

A hundred thousand people, come sun or storming
Mothers, daughters, sisters here today
She told the girl about Ali and the fight against George Foreman
We’re gonna rope this dope the very same way

No one’s ever stopped me
No one’s going to now

The streets were blocked so they caught the T at Kenmore
A stubby man beside them sniffed and said
“I never smelled so much cunt in the air before”
and snatched the cap right off her daughter’s head

She screamed a curse in Creole, which she very rarely spoke
and threw her fist against his hairy jaw
He spit a bloody tooth and she thought her hand was surely broke
And her daughter couldn’t believe what she just saw

No one’s ever stopped me
No one’s going to now
No one’s ever stopped me
No one’s going to now

Policeman nearly pulled her arm from the socket
The train became a riot straightaway
The stubby man said “She’s on drugs, you should check her pockets
“You’re what’s wrong with America today”

There was a hand on her back
and it pulled her to the side
It was Dondre from the gym
where her first love fought and died
With extra years and extra pounds
and a badge and a gun
He pointed to the exit, told her
“Take your girl and run”

Her daughter didn’t speak a word for hours
No chants at the march, no promise of resistance
And back at home her man had bought them flowers
as a welcome back to their comfortable existence

Mathilde sat alone that night and trembled
and thought of the way a punch sounds in the ring
and thought about that girl upstairs, the one she so resembled
who knew her mother, yet didn’t know a thing

No one’s ever stopped me
No one’s going to now
No one’s ever stopped me
No one’s going to now

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