The ambitious curly haired woman
In the crowd of the outdoor cafeteria
A loud murmur of approval as she rose
baggy purple sweater skinny pink scarf
She put her hair in a bun
and her voice broke out with an echo
A feminine blow horn rumbling hearts
Pushing beliefs and idealogy
People took out little notebooks
to take down some of the pearls she'd hit on
People pushed against the front row
as if intoxicated by her inviting voice
She could trace the ambition of one
Lull the senses of the anxious
Cure an ongoing broken heart
Her miracles were trigger ready
Her team had us like human horse mouths
half submerged into feeding troughs
For all the love we hadn't recieved
For all the unmet needs
She converted you
like you were some cheap currency
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