I always thought she was
one of those bitches with
men with big cars and
big voices and a look to die for
always happy couple not needing me
laughing, looking good, while my pale face
and fringed front hair covering my hairline
and my weird dyed just above the shoulder
hair, a woman of distinction yet they will
alway be laughing and expressing, free
letting the gut toxicity with a voice so
practised since childhood, feeling good when
that vibration comes out is turned into a soul
as that energy of strings, to the past is eah time
cut from the people who are always asking for
mercy
an Englsih woman, old with a funny
accent, undesirable, frigid and text book
a classic middle class, many of the women
who are common, unapprecaited and only
can be in a certain level
Even the dutch with their lack of morals and vision
look at me, the old english woman, who is getting old in age
and profession unable to already keep with a demanding career
always was demanding but now younger english woman want her place,her career, her
home, a form socialism that disempowers and a generation of people on the internet
and tv that she does not know what they do and why so much interest why the obsession
with numbers on the social media, the infleuncers always wanting more
She goes home after a long day having talked to clients of all sorts
now it's time for her, a few phone calls, something to eat and she sleeps