I am not sure these rumors are about A place that's real or not, nor is it likely I will ever know. Inquiring out loud About such things would be a mark Of....what? Ingratitude. Come closer though. They say that ordinary women there Could walk outside at night without fear. I try to imagine what it would be like To see the moon through branches While my heels click down a street. I cannot finish the thought. I know our dangers are the price we pay For freedom. This has been explained to me. Then on the other hand they say This far-off place has freedom But no maddened poor. I know This isn't right. That's not the way We're made. It's lies. Still just to see How it would feel I think yes I would like to go there once Before I die.
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