She said, “can I help you sir?”I said, “but I’m not a sir.My name is Patsy.”She said, “ You look like a sir to me.”I said…
We are marching,in cadence with our pride.We are marching,to our drums.
You see me naked,So you think
Weeds on my body,couldn’t get rid of them!Oh! those aggressive weeds,like I used to be…
…and then there were us,somehow left behind…
In due season,
does not the fruit tree give up it’s progeny?without question nor judgement of who should…
Her heart kept knocking,not a simple beat.Sometimes pounding!Not demanding,but…