Age-old stories of coming to America
With nothing but minuscule amounts of money
To determine worth
And sell your soul.
How can you free yourself
From societal binds and pressures
Without first succumbing to them?
Monopolize your time
Build properties on your day to day life
And watch them come tumbling down
With every step forward that you make.
Has the patriarchy crushed you?
What about all the world’s woes?
When are we free
If we have done nothing to fight?
Lace your shoes tight
And fight with your sole-
Getting closer to your goal
Step by step.
Paint your face like a Monet
Your cheeks blushing like pink roses
Whip up your hair like a chocolate souffle
Pinned to your head like a ballerina
Step into your heels like a limousine
With poise like an A-list celebrity
Let’s go dancing like a couple in love
I’ll treat you like the woman you deserve
Slip out of that dress like a new beginning
And we’ll go to sleep like we’re stuck in a dream.
I’ll let my thoughts
Take me on a journey
With no expectations
So they will not disappoint.
They’ll come to me
When I least expect it
And lift me up
Cannot contain my spirits.
They’ll take me to new places
With enough spare time to explore-
That houses my memories,
That holds my heart,
That captures my soul-
Allowing me to find myself.
But when I least expect it
They’ll drop me
And I’ll tumble
All the way back to earth
With a rough landing