This Game

I’ve got this little black dress
A dollar to my name
Some hope in my pocket
And I’m here to play this game

Won’t be bound by
Ghosts of our memories
Won’t be held back by
Things we used to be
(we used to be)

I’ve got this tattered black dress
A few pennies to my name.
A drop of hope in my pocket
When’d you change the rules to this game?

You can wake up
In a different bed every morning
You can tell me
It’s the play of the rich
(But shame for the poor)

Now I’ve got this torn black dress
Not a penny to my name
Spent the hope in my pocket
But at least I’ve won your game.

I’m done now
Cause I can see
People like me
Shouldn’t speak!
(I was never one of you)

I’ve got this new black dress
Don’t need the dollars that you gave
Gathering some hope in my pockets
So no one else will have to play this game.

-A.J. Sandhu 14-June-2015

Rumination 13 IS PENDING

Working on a writing blog right now. Taking much longer than anticipated. Keep an eye on this spot.