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The 19th Amendment Wasn't Enough

I hate the way they hold the steering wheel.

As if it was the most casual gesture in the world.

As if they could do it with their eyes closed.

As if they were the ones driving the cab.

I'm sick of being passenger

and being naked under these safety belt restraints.

I'm tied up and no one seems to care

because we could never know the rules of the road like they do.

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emma-joy
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Apr 30, 2013
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