Who knew that Britney Spears fashioned herself a poet?
On her official site, britneyspears.com, the 24-year old singer posts her “Stream of Consciousness” musings from time to time. Her most recent entry talks about how much she wishes her dumbass husband Kevin Federline would get off his lazy ass and do something with his life. Just kidding. That’s not on there, though we have no doubt she thinks it. Often.
Anyway, the “Love B” section of the site focuses on her recent fascination with the tiger. Quoting poet William Blake, Britney writes:
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
She then provides her own insight.
“In some ways, people are a lot like animals. We all hunger for the same things. Love, lust, danger, warmth and adventure. Like people, animals all have their own rhythm to life… I’m mesmerized by tigers. Their eyes, their stripes, their constant quest for survival. They almost have a sense of mysteriousness about them. They pull you in and make it difficult to look away. They make you wonder what is behind their gaze,” Britney writes.
There’s more. On May 22, Spears posted an original poem, one she dedicated to everyone who thinks they know her. She forgives all of those people, by the way. Phew. Here’s her work, entitled “Remembrance of Who I Am“:
No more chains
That you gave me
Enough of pain
Now I’m craving
Something sweet, so delight
How do you stand sleeping at night?
Silly patterns that we follow
You pull me in
I’m being swallowed
By the ones you think you love
They pull you down
You can’t see up above
Manipulation is the key
They screw it in
Because you’re naive
You come to me now
Why do you bother?
Remember the Bible
The sins of the Father.
What you do
You pass down.
No wonder why
I lost my crown.
You don’t see me now
You ask yourself why
My crown is back
And it’s way too high
For you to be in my presence
Especially my son
You should bow down
I’ve only just begun.
The guilt you fed me
Made me weak.
The voodoo you did
I couldn’t speak.
You’re awakening
The phone is ringing.
Resurrection of my soul.
The fear I’m bringing.
What will you say
And what will you do?
She’s not the same person that you’re used to.
You trick me one, twice, now it’s three.
Look who’s smiling now.
Damn, it’s good to be me.
There you have it. Draw your own conclusions. We think we know who the one “swallowing her” would be (Federline, that a$$hole), and probably who has been feeding Britney the steady diet of guilt she writes of. But the symbolism of the crown? The voodoo? The resurrection of her soul? You lost us a little there, Brit. But we thank you for the profound imagery.