HANGING WITH THE FOLLIES...by talile ali
AS IF STUCK IN SOME KIND OF QUEER
IT HAPPENED HERE AGAIN LAST YEAR
THE STUFF YOU HAD TO SAY TO ME
DEEPEN THE HEAD, NO ECSTASY
ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU WANTED ME
IT'S BETTER, WE'RE FEAR TODAY
EYES A GLARE AND BREATHING HARD
YOUR HANDS ARE ROAMING TOWARD MY SHARD
UP AND DOWN THE SIDE OF ME
CREEPING AS IF HAD TO BE
THIRSTY EYES IN AGONY
ABOUT YOUR WASTED MARRIAGE
HUSBAND LEFT, YOU TOOK HIM BACK
MONEY, HOME, AND GOOD CREDIT
WHITE MANS WORLD BEFORE IT GOT BENT
THE KIDS AND YOU CAN NOW BE SENT
TO DO THE THINGS YOU NEVER MEANT
AND TEACH THIS MAN WHO TREATED YOU LIKE THIS
WHO'S NOW THE FOOL
AIN'T IT CLEAR
EVERY YEAR
ALL THE THINGS YOU DID
TO BE HERE
YOU NEED TO STOP THE MADNESS
TOO MUCH SADNESS
STOP THE LUSTING OF THE ONES
YOU CAN'T HAVE BECAUSE THEY'RE FUN
MAKING THEM A NEEDED BAN
GIVE YOURSELF ANOTHER HAND
LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE AS
THEY COME AND SIT BESIDE YOU
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poem by Talile Ali
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