Small Town
I’ve got greater ambitions
than these four walls
and the winding roads
of this small town,
where the Mecca of fraternization
is the local chain restaurant.
I’ve got higher hopes
than a beauty school degree
and a sweetheart marriage
to the boy that grabs my hips
like he owns me,
cause he can’t control much else.
I’ve got plans
too vast and extensive
for this three mile radius,
a mind like mine
needs the extent of the earth
to wander.
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