Pop Star

Don’t call me a pop star

I don’t pop out of a can

Don’t call me a pop star

You’re not my man

Permanent sadness

My partner is dead

Permanent madness

He kept me well fed

Reawakening I fear

Reacquainting with those I love dear

Will it last forever

Will I want to feel the hands

I held the skin

I touched the love

That gave me chills

I don’t want to feel wet

I’m scared to feel yet

I’m safe in my place

I’m running my race

I’m fighting the good fight

I’m exercising for real tonight

Without you in my bed

Not smoking crack in the shed

No thoughts to wed

It’s just me and my mom red

It’s easy to be celibate when

I have no lover near

It’s easy to be holy when

God I fear

It’s easy to be sober when

I have no blow

It’s easy to forget

How you made me so low

Losing

I fear losing you

I fear losing

Losing

I fear losing you

God bless, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist

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