Out of link
Plead for their daughters,
And here am I,
Out of sync
And unable to attend,
For I have come
From a land where only sons are born,
And the language of mystique
Has been torn from my heart
And I don't know it anymore.
But where am I
In this hapless band,
And who am I
To say
That some faceless authority
Has the right to tell me
That I can't bring my grandmother a Pepsi today,
If that is her only dying wish.
And when I lay dying,
And cry out, wanting
What I want,
Will you please bring it to me,
No matter what?
-jenn
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