I see her in the back seat
looking out the window
to no where

I pass her
windows down singing
I'm a Rebel~Soul rebel
off key

Her energy catches me
as I pass~ I recognize
its vibration

I sat in that station
riding in the back seat
baby beside~man driving
feeling behind

she is hiding
her troubles in a far off glance
that seems unnoticed

but I notice
I feel it
it goes on like this
green~red
green~red
stop lights

starting and stopping
us in our own cars

driving~riding

I turn up brother Marley
so that she might
be here
with me
giving her suffrage

casting my vote
for relief to the
modern women's race

her soft young face
and hollow brown eyes
moves me in remembrance
of my oppression

not that mother
or particularly uncomfortable
back seats or unkind men
spell oppression

but our decision
to forget dreams
of a time when
our hearts were
young and hope
sprung eternal

we never thought
our angel wings
would carry us here

living in fear
that each day
will play itself
out the same

oh sister
we pay~we pay
the price of youth and beauty
so exciting~ Fire energy

burns in their soul
as they take hold
of us and we yield

we pay the price
of the fire my dear
in every tear and dirty diaper
in every lonely night
and empty cabinet

I met
this old cook once
as she caught me
in the same seat

our hearts beat like
a pot put to boil~extreme heat
each ingredient
organically stands
on its own

until the pressure
breaks it down

then brings it back Up
to marry with all that
is in the same pot

out of Fire and Heat
the essence of the boil
is released ~something
new emerges~something good

that's all I could offer
the sister the same that
was taught to me

hoping she sees
that I am sending my
loving vibes out

been there
I care

my hair wasn't
always blowing
in the wind

I have learned
to seek solace
in brief moments
that pass too
quickly

like I pass you
in the back seat

I turn it UP
I'm a Rebel~ Soul Rebel
the Prophets vibes and mine

I share it
divine simplicity
a clear window
with fresh air
soon comes

our time is done
the light changes
I exit

returning to
my island escapes
and whats for dinner

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