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I always thought she was

one of those bitches with

men with big cars and

big voices and a look to die for

always happy couple not needing me

laughing, looking good, while my pale face

and fringed front hair covering my hairline

and my weird dyed just above the shoulder

hair, a woman of distinction yet they will

alway be laughing and expressing, free

letting the gut toxicity with a voice so

practised since childhood, feeling good when

that vibration comes out is turned into a soul

as that energy of strings, to the past is eah time

cut from the people who are always asking for

mercy

 an Englsih woman, old with a funny

accent, undesirable, frigid and text book

a classic middle class, many of the women

who are common, unapprecaited and only

can be in a certain level

Even the dutch with their lack of morals and vision

look at me, the old english woman, who is getting old in age 

and profession unable to already keep with a demanding career

always was demanding but now younger english woman want her place,her career, her

home, a form socialism that disempowers and a generation of people on the internet

and tv that she does not know what they do and why so much interest why the obsession

with numbers on the social media, the infleuncers always wanting more

She goes home after a long day having talked to clients of all sorts

now it's time for her, a few phone calls, something to eat and she sleeps