Read a woman's poem last year
First line said "I am a good man"
It rattled my ribs, resonated
Said it out loud as soon as I saw it, because
When you get called princess enough,
You gotta look in the mirror, straighten up
And try to see a knight instead
Said it the same way I say my last name
In a voice that straightened my spine
You can translate it to shovel, spade.
Doesn't matter what you call it,
So long as you move the dirt
Couldn't call yourself bored in my parent's house
Dad would hand you a shovel
Tell you to get to digging
Tell you to get to digging
When truckers call me princess
I want to say Ligons aren't princesses
Just folks with dirty nails who'll never gamble
Just good men
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