Never to Succeed
I wanted to be taken seriously,
And to be me,
I wore three-tiered skirts, flouncing
Blouses and I dreamed of being a dancer,
With a Spanish partner,
Tempted by music and art,
Winking at the moon,
With my outstretched arms,
Before it,
Bottles of wine on the counter,
Colors of pink and red,
No trophy room or smoking den,
Just careless love, a few laughs,
No...
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