I read today
about a plight
of women afar
forced to wear
long black veils
from head to foot
and i complain
about one bra
and then scream out
against their troubles
the senseless violence
outleashed on them
by those of us
who have so much
We can pretend
to actually care
we can go
and see for
our selves
what they do
every day
afraid to leave
their homes for food
or for work
or for school
let alone for
entertainment de jour
And i scream out
"this is wrong!"
i tell all
who i see
And they look
at me
as if i
am a silly girl
lied to
and telling lies
because what i say
isn't on tv
and we all know
good ol' prez
that wasn't her name
in the dream
she was rebecca
and i was ally
i don't remember much of my dream
just the feelings
and the look
i remember she and i
we liked one another
in the way that one likes another
in -that- *way*
happy
tingly
good
lovely
dovey
but
there was a problem
always a problem
or else no story
no angst
no sorrow
no joy
in the end
we just wanted to sit together
talk
in front of the fire
(why was there a fire?
)
to one another
that wasn't her name
in the dream
she was rebecca
and i was ally
i don't remember much of my dream
just the feelings
and the look
i remember she and i
we liked one another
in the way that one likes another
in -that- *way*
happy
tingly
good
lovely
dovey
but
there was a problem
always a problem
or else no story
no angst
no sorrow
no joy
in the end
we just wanted to sit together
talk
in front of the fire
(why was there a fire?
)
to one another
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