Should I lie and or just be fine with it
when the black tie's just holds all big fat lies
lies that lie on the back spine of the man
lies that hold us down to the ***** ground

let my precious red flowers get stamped on
my voice disappears in the empty space
I cook I clean and don’t get time to look’s
This has gone on for ages women in small cages

The freedom to be and not to be done
How long will it be till I get ones?
A bird in a cage or out in the sun
Oh dear lord look how much were overcome

A seat at the table I must get one
Show others that power get us to move on

How quickly she forgot
How poorly I expressed
And either way
We are run away
With the feeling of want which may not keep
And will not if you ask the likes of me

Hot black coffee
The smell of popcorns
Corner seats
&
You and I

Still fresh memories
Of
Sunsets from when we lived

I'll face it,
The place I call home
Is just a
Smaller,
Emptier
Lonely room
To wait out the time.