Piece Of Sky
Don't tell me how to have my day.
This is my path get out my way.
This is my voice this is my style.
This is my ass this is my smile.
The way I'm feelin'. Right now.
And it's my feelin'.
Don't try to tell me how.
Don't try to tell me how.
Don't tell me when and why I'm through.
This is my cake, I'll eat it too.
Don't try to take my piece of sky.
I found my wings so I must fly.
That's my plan so stop your bitchin'.
Don't like my heat get outta my kitchen.
© 2005 Fawn Arnold
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