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The Drum


When she was just a girl, she expected the world

But it flew away from her reach

And the lies caught in her teeth

Broken spirit and dirty, raw feet

In her dreams, she escaped defeat

She laughed and loved

No more tears

Freedom from fears

And to walk to her own beat with clean

Unadulterated feet

 

But the dreams faded and her feet cracked

She realized what her life truly lacked

"Independence," she cried

"It's all I need"

But the powers to be

The menfolk, you see

Said she

Was disillusioned and wack

So she took a step back

And let her feet crack

 

This woman then decided in her heart

That for her part

She would try with all her might

To beat on her drum and fight

To make her dreams a reality

To achieve equality

However

Despite her attempts to change the weather

Her drum shattered and her feet gave out

So she had a shout

And said

"Men and women

Women and men

Are not all the different

We deserve the same

Because we are the same"

 

Her message delivered

Signed, stamped, and sealed

She packed up her drum

And returned to her dreams

Permanently

Leaving other women in her wake

To take

What she had said

And spread

For all of womankind's sake

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