A Sedate State of Existence
You cannot mold me into the woman
you want me to be.
I am already the woman I am,
and proud to be,
regardless of fancy society.
She (me) makes men
uncomfortable.
Also, she doesn’t have women friends.
She has three pets, snakes,
who struggle to
understand her
and accept her eccentricities
in their sedate
state of existence.
In the background.
someone plays Unchained Melody,
and someone goes to heaven.
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