women power
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you ever get that gut feeling?
achy
but accurate.
eyes travelling to his,
bile rising in waves
striking the shore of my mouth.
taste as putrid as
my steps are too fast,
my heart wants to dash,
the dance of tradition,
I still wont listen,
I'm dancing away,
I am stuck in my place,
for I cannot win this race,
my soul is bitter,
An empty room becomes full
Men in suits with serious faces file in
One by one
They take their places at a long, round table
"Can you get me a coffee sweetie?"
