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She loves her mother She loves her child But she’s not inclined to stay docile Raised right in the wrong time Etiquette decays, norms decline A future torn between the tides A want for that which gives life Anchors drift in a swollen sea A change of course could free Swim across high tide Your body breaks You run against the landslide Your body breaks Her body’s bound But her thoughts are free A room of one’s own, a pen to ink Word by word and brick by brick She builds the frame of what we need Swim across high tide Your body breaks You run against the landslide Your body breaks Utopic, utopic It’s your call, it’s your call Utopic, utopic It’s your call, it’s your call Utopic, utopic It’s your call, it’s your call Utopic, utopic It’s your call, it’s your call Utopic, utopic It’s your call, it’s your call Utopic, utopic It’s your call, it’s your call