Patricia Williams

She was born without a chance
By a mother young enough to be her sister
Into a society where she wasn't wanted or needed
A file in a caseworker's desk
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Beautiful clothes, soft warm coats and nice shoes
Sometimes these are not things we can choose
Thrift shops, slightly worn and pre-owned clothes
Can keep you warm but some turn up their nose
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A yellow rose struggles to breathe
Among high weeds and dry earth
A broken board bangs against the house
Dirt and debris lays on a broken tile
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Searching in a cloud of white
The fair maiden waits for her shining knight
The alarm clock shatters her world of bliss
Before she could even attain the first kiss
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The bosses call it a more efficient company standard
But their layoffs will not pay my efficient credit card
Working for 20 years doesn't count for a thing
When you are being replaced by a cold metal machine
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Scream silently, talk without a voice
Don't go throughout life without a choice
We make our own destinies
We have choices but no foresight
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A girl cries softly in the night as dark creeps in the room
The monster follows the darkness and adds to the gloom
The tin soldiers draw up their swords in defense of the child
The teddy bears and baby dolls grab pocket cars and go wild
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Let the room disappear and sink into the mirror
The image is reversed and you need not fear
Life gets complicated and sometimes reversed
No matter how much you dared and rehearsed
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Snowflakes glide gently down and begin to pile on the sidewalk
Children look through store windows and begin to rapidly talk
The strains of oldtime Christmas Carols are playing in the street
While moms are baking cookies and other things that are sweet
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Afraid to mingle
Just newly single
Afraid to try
Don't want to cry
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Come after my character amd see what you can find
The crooks and curves of your investigation are in my mind
I have not been a mean person or defaulted on my promises
I do what I say and I work through my gains and my losses
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How quiet a house can be when you are alone
Rain drops sounds like it is hitting with stone
The wind tears though the walls to your soul
And you roam the bed as if you were in a fish bowl
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Apples and oranges whip cream and chocolate
Armani and Wrangler Penthouses and slums
Country and Rock Hip Hop and Classic
Differences help make America fantastic
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You and I became one
I identify with you
and you with me
But we are still two
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You carry me to the lands and times
I have never been before
Magically you can carry me through
many an open door
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I could just scream, it may help you never can tell
They won't listen anyway so maybe I'll just yell
My age has increased my value has leassened
My money is short and my bills are worsened
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