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

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

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,

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

We wear the mask that grins and li
It shades our cheeks and hides our
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts…
We smile and mouth the myriad subt

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?

They went home and told their wive
that never once in all their lives
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
They said my house was licking cle

One innocent spring
your voice meant to me
less than tires turning
on a distant street.
Your name, perhaps spoken,

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a