Didn't see no babies
Didn't see no big house Didn't see no love Runnin out The men who move The womxn who stay still What can I do But get on with my groove? Won't find no ring Nowhere in my house Won't catch me up Walkin down no aisle The men who move The women who stay still What can I do But get on with my groove? They always called me That little tomboy Wearin baggy jeans Movin myself For womxn who move The men who try To make us stay still For womxn who move It's a lonely road What can I do But get on with my groove?
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AuthorI am a poet, for better or for worse. It is a way in my being that, ironically has no words. It is a way in my being that finds me when I, and helps me to, forget. I am a poet, for better or for worse. Archives
November 2021
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