i am the woman that will not wash her hair for days and
i am the woman that will come out looking like marie antoinette as a result and
i was the child that read a book or two a day and mimicked the greats in her mama's mirror and
i was the child that wanted to leave babydom and cross the moat as soon as their heads were turned and
i will be the mother that loathes sucking her husband's cock but stays for the steady
scratch that repeat rewind alright optimism let's try again i will be say it
i will be the mother that languishes in the countryside with her little loves by her side and
i will be the mother that cooks cakes and bakes pot roast and adores it and him with his manhattans and
i am the woman who will make these manhattans although
i was the child that drank too many of them but
i will still be the mother who can make them
even if i dont want to
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