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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
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
The women we used to be
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
Chanda-k-meyer
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
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