I was singing the word Greta in a dream. When I woke up I wrote this down.

Greta never met a girl that made her feel better
So she packed up a bag
Grabbed her favorite sweater
It was a long necked, over head, comfy like you’re in bed, fluffy yellow sweater that always made her feel better
So she looked up a Lyft for a ride to the center
Where her friend worked downtown helping folks who’ve been down
That’s the kind of girl that Greta thought could change the world
But the world better share ’cause her heart couldn’t bear the rejection, left in agony and deception
That’s the kind of girl that Greta thought could join her world
‘Cause the world’s turned scary, isolated and barely holding on to principles that rarely are challenged by the masses, but the masses aren’t fairly represented so we’re starting to unravel like her sweater with the long neck, over head, comfy like she’s in bed, fluffy yellow sweater that used to make her feel better

Lady Friends

I wrote this for all of the amazing women I have had the privilege to call friends.

My lady friends wear silly colors
dance with each other in their own company
My lady friends raise bees for honey
some dance for money and they don’t come cheap
My lady friends they’re raising families
making their ends meet with smiles on their face
My lady friends are waiting on princes, teaching Spanish to young kids, and serving drinks at the bar

My lady friends are wiser than Gandhi
can balance out your chi and teach you to breathe
My lady friends take care of their mothers
seek out adventure and live baby bear
My lady friends are proud of their choices although different voices they’re united in name
My lady friends have seen the worst in men
have grown from the ashes being reborn in the sky

All my lady friends shining bright as stars
All my lady friends you’re perfect as you are

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