"Our lives are really pretty ******* amazing."
Rain drenched all down our expressive faces
Stomach in ropes and coils
Should I have sent him that message?

20 something young pretty, little things
We glide over the moon, our long limbs
Reaching and leaping all over town
Because we are the women of the now.

We got our fears, our worries, our *******
Everyone gotta say: today is not my day
But if I could paint the town with all the fulfillment in the world
I would do it with biggest paint brush
Your eyes have ever blinked at.

Blinking blinking blinking
Feeling, gripping my utmost attention
Clap, clap to the beat of your own name
Ain't nothin' ever gonna be the same.

I could sign into all of my technological means
Hoping to just see a typed: "Hello baby, how are you?"
And oh, how I do wish and wish
But I hit that sweet ****, take a lick of present tense
Instead.
While everyone whispers, don't deny
So I don't crowd myself with the blank faces of denial
But ******* to see that empty seat
Become filled and meeting me at the end of the aisle.

But I slay and stray against everything the sweet south
Told me to wear full length gloves to
I dodge gritty bullets bad men throw my way
While I sway, link fingertips, lips
With beautifully molded hourglass bodies
Right next to me
We, we Women of The Now.