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So many studentsNot enough aidSome without parentsWho will pay?Cost sky rocketing so high to spacePell grants can't pay for this placeWhat's wrong America?With the economy declining
I am a woman,
There is nothing to be ashamed of.
I bleed once a month, sometimes twice
I have breast, hips, thighs and booty.
I am a woman,
There is nothing to fear.
I am the accused lesser sex
Clandestine laughing, pointing, whispering is what she sees.
Crushed, lament, sorrow, hurt, sadness is what she feels.
Cold metal is no longer terror,
‘Till cold metal becomes warm,
Cold metal is her weakness,
Yet a friend that always warns.
Bang, bang.
No sleeping tonight.
The Sand Man won't come,
No child will dream.
Blasphemy on sight.
Whole room grew quiet as your mother cried.
"He's been killed," they said, "execution style."
She'd just found out her first-born son had died,
Crime scene so gruesome and bloody and vile.
I wish my phone would ring
I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams
my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time
I can't escape it I'm
waiting
and like a fine rope this line holds
The destruction it leaves
the people who grieve
Is it worth it to have
a weapon that leaves people so sad?
We need them to hunt
we need them to survive
but some people just have them
