and my mother’s downstairs complaining again that I’m still single
that i haven’t got friends
haven’t got a man
she wants grandbabies
LOTS OF ‘EM!
but i don’t want a man
i want to be free!
i’ve never seen a happy wife.
i’ve seen abuse and rape and broken
bones and broken hearts and red
eyes and dry eyes from all the tears
that have been cried so many tears
that there’s no more tears to cry.
i’ve seen women running and women
hiding and women screaming and
women lying and women who’d give
anything for just one day to be free
and i think
I don’t think that’s for me.