White Picket Fence

Image:    Sophie Dalton

Image: Sophie Dalton

I’m a stormy women 

sometimes my hair is too big 

and my tears too small 

I grow to many thorns 

out of habit 

Not to break the balloons from my party 

but out of protected room 

Because I don’t trust 

Ppl like you 

With their gleaming smiles 

And pumpernickels spread at brunch 

no cause all I taste 

is the sound of revenge 

in my ear 





Across the hall and then there is my baby he’s fall and strong 

Smelling like flowers with roses in his arm 

but I don’t want to be a trophy u show the neighborhood 

On ur windowsill 

With your white picket fence 

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