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Roxanne Noor

Be Somebody Here




In New York you’ve gotta be somebody

Somebody with a big ass & high heeled shoes like daggers

Somebody with wrinkled hundreds in pockets 

Somebody with a penthouse uptown & a summer home in the Hamptons

Somebody who knows other somebodies


Eccentric but intellectual

Artistic yet accessible

Non ordinary because to be somebody is to be special

Pizzazz, confetti, bleached teeth, all wowwza 

A four leaf clover, a unicorn, a doer, a winner!

Winner winner chicken dinner

Where nobody feasts but picks at scraps


How many edges can I push until the walls collapse?

Morality snaps at the neck

My shock factor is my highest asset 

My glory lies in my un relatability

How different can I seem?

I do the untypical because I’m not typical 


How many exotic drugs can I consume?

Alter my consciousness so I can expand consciousness 

How many people can I know/ exploit/ fuck?

Feign love until one day I do 


If I remain in my bedroom alone — I no longer exist

Le Bain is waiting for me

The Box is summoning me

The Blond is missing me

Bottle service wants to fill my flute

My vices must be nursed by a caring hand


The Burlesque stage is empty

No one’s strutting up

Slutting it up in latex pants and leather belts

Serving cunt with high fashion anorexics and fag hags 

Dancing under strobe lights / zap the mind mute

The body all electric sizzle


Call me by somebody’s name I know

I forgot mine underneath the noise of New York 

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