The maids inside of my head won't cease to chatter
They talk about the way I panicked this morning
They talk about the rain not arriving yet
They talk about the shows on cable
They talk about the web
They talk not about me
They talk not about my people
They talk not about the historical debt
They talk not about the fading culture
They talk about an upgrade and the battery warning
Da maids nsyd o mine head wn't taste tru FREEdm
Until they start to take in the world via different words
Until a free tongue they foster and master.
No comments:
Post a Comment