To the Sister:

LOOK AT YOU

YOU DIRTY THING,

YOU'VE LOST YOUR

MOVE, YOUR HIP,

YOUR SWING.

YOU HAVEN'T SMILED

IN A MILLION YEARS

ALTHOUGH YOU'VE CRIED

A THOUSAND TEARS

YOU'VE LOST THE BURNING FIRE

IN YOUR EYES

THE GLEAM HAS BEEN REPLACED

WITH CRIES.

(AND YOUR MAN BEATS YOU

AND TELLS YOU LIES)

THERE WAS SO MUCH MAGIC

IN YOUR DANCING FEET.

YOU COULD GROOVE ALL NIGHT

TILL THE SUN AND HORIZON MEET.

YOUR HEART WAS A BLAZE OF FIRE.

YOUR SOUL WAS AS FULL AS CAN BE.

BUT YOU LIE THERE CRYING

NOT STRUGGLING TO BE FREE.

SO PICK YOUR SELF UP SISTER

DUST OFF SHAME AN DHATE

REJECT OTHER'S PITY FOR YOU AND

PREPARE FOR THE JOY THAT AWAITS.