Political Heir
Standing in the middle of the promised land
Searching for a platform to make my stand
Stepped into a world it's hard to stay
Looking for a toehold and a chance to play
Telling different stories, my life’s unclear
And my explanation I am sure creates fear
I AM A POLITICAL HEIR
SOME COURTS AWARD, WHEN I SHINE, I GLARE
The next one in the white house; oh what’s their name
Were looking for our next goat, someone else to blame
Woke up in a fog with my work boots on
Wondering about a paycheck, but the memory’s gone
I AM A POLITICAL HEIR
SOME COURTS AWARD WHEN I SHINE, I GLARE
Copyright © Lorraine Peterson | Year Posted 2020
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