And I can see me now. A woman of calm, a woman of collectiveness. And I will straighten my hair and I will pat down my cardigan and I will then clear my throat. (I bet I knew you, too.)
She felt like it once, but I am Woman now.
A woman of calm,
a woman of collectiveness.
When I had my hands full of balloons
and they were all red
and they were stained black with my words.
And when I released them up into the air,
into the heavens and the sky,
and when the last one had been released
my intentions had changed.
(I've NEVER been a woman of conditions. Only ONE of
p e r p e t u a l motion.)