my head is sick and dizzy and..
my head is sick and dizzy and the barley and hops falls
staright to the bottom of my empty belly...i heard their
story today, how they delight in their glory.. The lil
girls who grew to be lil women.. i envy them and the bath
tub of knowlege they flow within.. they giggle and i can't
help but to find pleasure in the sparkle of their eyes..
my mommy was not always a mommy but a blooming flower
promising to society.. her dreams shattered but never her
will.. the will of a woman who was once a lil girl...