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



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.


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