Girls In Black Cars (#poem)

Girls in black cars
Long and lean
Driving down the highway
Built for speed
After so much waiting I can finally say
“It’s happening!”

Poems writing themselves
When you could not sleep
Did it bring you comfort
Did it offer relief
Did you know we were so alike
Striving to achieve

Young pretty grandma
Smiling hazel eyes
Five boys to raise
And then one surprise
Baby girl rocking gently in your arms
Hidden away a lifetime of disguise

Growing up quickly
Racing down the highway near and far
Playing music loudly
Learning how to pray in a bar
Challenging boys to the quarter mile
Picture tells the story of women in black cars

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