Always At the Rally


I’ve taken pains
To explain
I don’t have to go to the rally

As you now see
The rally comes right here to me

Just walking down
Streets of a town
These strides make people heed them

I am a
Single woman march
For Beauty, Peace and Freedom

Others, when
The rally’s done
Get to go home, you know

But those to whom
The rally come
Have no home to which to go


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