Let’s take separate cars

When I was twenty-seven,

he said my dress made me look like a whore

the minute I stepped into the casino

as I was giving him a hug.

I cried and cried

and begged him to take me home.

 

Now that I’m thirty,

I just take my own car.

I can’t be bothered with getting trapped

by men anymore.

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