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Jun 2014
I don't
have to play your silly games;
roll the dice, skip two ahead
Go to jail without passing go
like a bad girl,
sent to bed without dinner
No, I make my own rules now

I don't
have to do what you say
or, follow your word
because our minds are not two in the same
and you've never walked in my shoes

Maybe,
you can carry me,
on your back this time
rather than stepping on my face

Maybe,
you can listen when I speak
hear my words, feel my needs
rather than waiting for your turn to talk

It'll come soon, hit fast
you won't even see it coming
when I get my power back
it'll all be my way
and I'm sharing none of it with you
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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