Like a high flying kite
Buffeted by wind and storm She flies higher And swoops lower Than recommended For everyday Like a prize fighter She punches and howls At every foe Takes a hit and falls Then rises again Like the hurt child That she is She seeks out injustice And shouts unfair In its face And like a feeling woman She fights for her man Hurts because She has gotten him Fighter flier child And woman She comes back Day after day Looking for love Finding it And feeling its pain
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Last night I dreamt
Fantastical dreams Loss and yearning To reach but never grasp Strange sickness Foul breath Work wasted Friends turned strange eaning eludes me Loss and failure Nocturnal greetings Keep me from sleep |