Being a woman comes to me naturally If not me, then who? I was never asked to be one I was never asked to cook
“The roads are too clean. The sun is too bright,” she thought.
People, places, things I do not know how I remember
Being a woman comes to me naturally If not me, then who? I was never asked to be one I was never asked to cook
I wonder where God sits in that tower. I wonder whose cries are louder.
