I Cyborg

I am a creature in a postgender world

I don't identify with nature

I am completely without innocence

I am the ill-illegitimate daughter

Of state socialism

I am the ill-illegitimate daughter

Of rampant militarism

I am the ill-illegitimate daughter

Of patriarchal capitalism

I am the ill-illegitimate daughter

Of our radical feminism

I no longer stir the pot and guard the hearth

To exploit and dominate me is going to be hard

I need no Garden of Eden so don't try

To take my rib and make a man for me slash

I am the ill-illegitimate daughter

Of state socialism

I am the ill-illegitimate daughter

Of rampant militarism

I am the ill-illegitimate daughter

Of patriarchal capitalism

I am the ill-illegitimate daughter

Of radical feminism

Ism ism ism ism

I no longer stir the pot

I would rather return to stardust if I must

Aluminium

Silicon

Copper

Lithium

My components recycled into stardust

I strike fear into the circuits of power

I build and destroy

Machines

Categories

Identities

Relationships

Space stories

And though both are bound in the spiral dance

I'd rather be a cyborg than a goddess

I'd rather be a cyborg than a goddess

I'd rather be a cyborg than a goddess

I'd rather be a cyborg than a goddess

Rather be a cyborg