Dust up my nose.
Dirt on my toes.
I got the movin’ and a cleanin’ woes
I got the sniffles tonight.
Body drained, and mind all-write
I jumped back in the ring, into the fight.
I bought some White-Out, don’t need no eraser.
My past is now scribbles on wadded up paper.
Behind this strong woman is a life that made her.