Mimi speaks lyrics

Artist  : Jane siberry 
Song : Mimi speaks
 
There is a girl out on the sea 
Floating on a pink surfboard 
With a picnic lunch and parasol 
Sitting there like a typical girl 
 
You don`t know me but I`ve been watching you all
day. I thought that by ignoring you perhaps you`d
go away. I thought it was just too much sun as I
faced out across the bay. Hearing all these
voices telling me how to spend my day. Then I
turned around and I saw you standing there.
Talking all this time. Talking like you care.
It`s been ten years and you haven`t gone away. So
I`m finally speaking up. It`s time to have my
say. 
 
First of all, my name isn`t Mimi. It`s Ruth. 
Ruth-Mimadoni-Castradicus-Phaterpithecus-Triumvatini.

And I come from a family of ten children. A
tomboy. The youngest. I learned to fight before I
learned to walk. To fight for my place in a space
without grace. All cannons open by the age of
two. By six I ruled the schoolyard. By fourteen I
ruled the shopping malls. 
Loud. Active. Restless. Arrogant. Aggressive. 
And STRONG. 
 
I couldn`t understand these flimsy things called
`teenage girls`. They scattered before me like
ineffective dolls. So I bullied them even more in
my consternation. Trying to make them break out.
Trying to beat them into consciousness. And then
one day, I was working on this little bit of a
thing. Trying to whip her into three dimensions.
She was shaking and looking confused. Way beyond
her ken. I was just about to give her one last
kick, when all of a sudden, she got real silent.
I mean, REAL silent. 
 
And from somewhere faraway, someone called my
name. 
 
RUTH-MIMADONI-CASTRADICUS-PHATERPITHICUS-TRIUMVATINI.

And a pink surfboard was handed to me. 
And a voice said "her name will be Mimi".  
And they gently urged me forward to the edge of
the water.  
And we moved out onto the sea, Mimi and me. 
And the language between us was wordless and hung
in the air. 
And I spent a lot of time thinking about chains
that bound the others but not me. 
And then I started to feel so trapped by feeling
oh-so-free. 
 
And some days I hated the pink. I HATED the pink.
 
Pink for weakness and girls and little posies.
Pink for subjugation, oppression, asexuality,
moral shrivenness, ignorance, and painted
toesies. 
 
And yet it`s pink that is my friend out here. Out
on the sea that I`m learning to fear. 
 
Pink that`s showing me the way. Learning how to
NOT have my say. To hear what YOU might have to
say. 
 
Stand up, Mimi. Stand up. 
 
And so you`re saying `stand up` to a natural
athlete. It`s MUCH harder for me to sit here
feeling oh-so-incomplete. 
 
Something strange occurred 
On the local beach that day 
One girl paddled out to sea 
The other slowly walked away