American Rite Of Passage | The 21st Birthday
my blonde african princess’
blue eyes in the headlights
a black S.U.V. careens down the cul-de-sac
tight white denim and chortling bullet belt
disappear into cacophany
hey Girl, love the ‘do!
this is so and so and so!
midnight chokes my ancestors
after the obligatory drink
lead to honest complaints:
my sex life is better than hers;
my thoughts are too free
she'd rather not think
and for her, tonight is full of being real
identification happily surrendered.
blue eyes in the headlights
a black S.U.V. careens down the cul-de-sac
tight white denim and chortling bullet belt
disappear into cacophany
hey Girl, love the ‘do!
this is so and so and so!
midnight chokes my ancestors
after the obligatory drink
lead to honest complaints:
my sex life is better than hers;
my thoughts are too free
she'd rather not think
and for her, tonight is full of being real
identification happily surrendered.
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