Secret Inboxes

people’s big dreams get dust in their eyes
and it’s all been said before
women have no say and nothing to say
that hasn’t all been said before
your baby is just a prelude to your end
and i’ve been saying this so many times before

while my moon sits right, my day breaks high
and the letters I write stay stuffed in a drawer
like the letters I wrote, like the letters I wrote
and my storytime comes once a night
but my pen is a pixel and it kills my write
so the calendar comes on, then it’s puzzle time
these futuristic newspaper headlines
just keep me reading and I’m all washed out
reading’s for the people who just can’t write
and i’m reading these days, and i’m reading more these days

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