Pretty women wonder where my secre
I’m not cute or built to suit a fa
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,

There is no warning rattle at the
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer
Safe in the dark prison, I know t
light slides over
the fingered work of a toothless

Funky blues
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone

I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?

We were entwined in red rings
Of blood and loneliness before
The first snows fell
Before muddy rivers seeded clouds
Above a virgin forest, and