Inspired by Amiri Baraka
She strutted her work ethic to the
road, motivated.
Found no wolves to run w/, just snakes, crawling. No
Tim Robbins patiently appreciating her mind—w/
Protection—until
She got in the mood, neither
Equality nor Equity doled out per
Her Mystique, only
Rory Holland, driving her—in her own car, w/
Out a safety belt—dropping her off—limping-
@ The Free Clinic.
She was, like, *wholly*
Dependent.
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