Sweet Home Lyrics

God holds the hearts of women in a special place I feel

The benevolent eye that watches the sparrow watch us

I know

Still the conversations of victim

Defeat and not enough show up

Harmoniously, in whispers, often, today

We understand, as if understanding were cure

Through long work shifts, sore feet and bills due

Through birthdays and school plays

We are hopeful inside closets where we cry

On the lawn chairs where we laugh

About the nothing

We know we are enough

Every day the lessons to be learned

Still we are big girls longing jump rope and recess

Tetherball and gossip

We are strong

We are our mothers and grandmothers

I stand in front of my mirror

Full breasts

Hips that carried my son

A belly that rested his head

Still the not enough shows up

Sometimes I listen

But sometimes

I don't