A Woman Who Rocked

I always wanted to be a rock and roll star
like Joan Jett, Heart or Pat Benatar
looking kick-ass bad dressed in black leather
grinding my hips against my electric guitar
belting out songs of making things better
 
Yeah, I had dreams of being up on that stage
getting everyone stoked, totally engaged
voice smooth as silk but could scream down the house
wearing boots up to here with a lacy, sheer blouse
 
And have long, silky black hair that I could shake, whip and moan through..
 
I would have done gigs with Joplin, Slick, Harry and Sioux
loving all kinds of music, you couldn’t make me choose
punk, rock, R & B, alternative and even some pop
so much to groove to, including hip-hop
 
Women of music, I looked at with adulation
they were in a man’s world leading their own delegation
Breaking down barriers, advancing the way
empowering girls of life’s potential and sway
 
No nine to five for me..
I wanted to be a woman who rocked
 
Growing up during the counterculture revolution
it gave me a thrill to be a part of the transformation
Yeah, I wanted to be a rocker helping to lead the reform
but instead all I did was lend my support from the sides,
burning my bra, smoking a little weed and then joining an ashram

Ann and Nancy Wilson of Heart:  Photo Google Images

Workin’ For It…Stuart McPherson over at dVerse Poets invites us to expound on all things related to work:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/06/02/poetics-workin-for-it/#comments

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