Sister, Worry Not!

I own a place, the size of a dot
Where greetings begin with a not
Among the people so-called hot
And the beginnings start with a shut

Where every hug is a stab in the back
And every good memory is a hack

I am a woman of change, I make my own rules
I want to fight all the fights
To make sure no wrong is right
And talk when my lips are sealed
And run when injuries are not healed

I want to close your door and open my window
To live in the light at the end of the shadow

Put all your sorrows in a suitcase
I want to carry it for you
And when the time comes, my sister
I will bury it for you

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