boss
fill it up
i say as i step out of line
i think it's my turn
i'm tired of your words
and the endless complaints
and the guilt-finding face
the power is now mine
i'm no longer that gal
sinking in frowns
and misery
and
i'm not watching where i step
anymore.
This poem was written by soulspin on Sep 16, 1999.
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