What roads
Have I paved
In the hearts of men?
Has even one stroke
Of my labors
One drop
Of my sweat
Made the path smoother
For the traveler
Who passes after me?
Or has all my striving
Been in vain?
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I’ve been struggling
Like a mule
All my life
It was what it was
One gray day
Daddy up & died
Leaving
A foreign widow
In a foreign land
No English
Nine hungry children
Did what I had to do
Thirteen
Walked out of school
Buckled on
My grown-up shoes
Washing, cooking, scrubbing
Made my way to Philadelphia
Just to mail home
A few green dollars
Paid daddy’s debts
Put bread on the table
Family stayed together
I
Struggled like a mule
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It’s like
Cashmere over lace
One snowflake crystal
Glittering among stars
Love wrapped up
Red velvet ribbon
Tied snug
Around my heart
Winter fairytale
Ice castle
Royal blue in the sky
Queen of your heart
This winter
To the end of time
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Creeping
Down the middle track
Ghastly floodlights
Chasing scrappy rats
Snippets
Of zombie passengers
Flicker
Between gaps in grime layered walls
Grinding
Screechy sci-fi
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Stripes are in
Brooklyn’s dope
Strike a pose
Let’s get to it
God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
Going to build
Mi familia
Una casa
Gut wrenching
Sweat drenching
Up to my armpits
Dusty red dirt
Brick by brick
Labor of love
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I like my new lipstick
Je ne sais quoi
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Gimme back my shyt
Yah that’s right you heard me
I want my shyt back
And you’re gonna give it back
Now, right now
I didn’t pour all my heart
Into a dream to have nothing
The dream’s mine
Meant only for me
What’s mine is mine
God’s gift to me
It’s not yours
So you can’t have it
You can’t keep one sliver of it
Devil be gone
You came to steal, kill, destroy
My dream home build on love
I’m taking it back
Lock, stock, barrel
You think you’re getting away
With all my shyt
But so help me God
You’re dropping my shyt
Gimme back my shyt
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Upside down
Yet right side up
Going left
Heading right
Back
One way
Is the only way
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Hey Edna
I’ve got an itch
Can you….
Oh never mind
I’ll just scratch it
Myself
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