Do not abandon
The ideals
Make yourself
Stand tall
Among traitors
Robber thieves
And prostitutes
I know you
Were sweet once
As a baby in your
Mechanical crib
But young
With no mother
Not knowing
What to do
Were raised
On male influence
Now I pity you
That it is too late
To get back
The ideals
And make
Yourself stand tall
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Say It how it is Missy.