The nightmare days are not laughing

They are growling 

Teeth like fangs

In those days like nights

No one ever showed me the true night

I never knew there could be light

I could have myself a money delight

In some big box mirage

Or some service hands

Only a real woman can

Take this mad land and make it right

I am tired of the days 

Tired of their nights

And we pretend it is fine

We lie

There is no such power

That can defy capitalism and 

Bad weather.