Egyptian cream, she loves to smear

She loves to smear it everywhere

On her face and on her hands

Till she feels like she's a man



And when the change comes and the hair grows all over her skin

She's a natural; she's part of the body she's in



In the Sahara, there she lay

On an ironing board one day

She was gone for seven months

Hadn't guessed what happened once



When they told her