Hope
“Hope”
I don’t want to talk to your feminist phase
I don’t want to see you on your bad days
I don’t want to let you know what’s going on
I really want to talk to you on a cell phone
But now I’m trapped, trapped, trapped in a cage
Not filled but in touch with some insidious rage
And I don’t know but I hope
That I can stop this prison **** and being a dope
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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