Once upon a time, in the softness and perfect blossoming of a July summer, a butterfly was fluttering at the whim of the wind, under the knowing gaze of the sun. She flew high in the sky, highe ... [+]
To be a good woman seems a noble thing
A woman like the Bible ones
That we were told in unairconditioned Sunday Schools
Every good parable young girls were told
While putting on skirts
To kiss up boys' scrapes
And clean up boys' messes
I don't know how to fix
But
Perhaps I will be like other good women
Who wash off lipstick stains from mens' crisp white collars
A woman like the Bible ones
That we were told in unairconditioned Sunday Schools
Every good parable young girls were told
While putting on skirts
To kiss up boys' scrapes
And clean up boys' messes
I don't know how to fix
But
Perhaps I will be like other good women
Who wash off lipstick stains from mens' crisp white collars