Time to hang it up,
put away my leather mini-skirts,
my spike heels, my black lycra,
the goofy girl sundresses,
the wicked makeup,
the bad attitude,
the pouty lips,
These things just don’t fit anymore.
Time for a mumu,
I wanna be a big Hawaiian/Mexican/Yiddishe mama
with big hugs, big food, big warmth.
No more worries about my god-forsaken
sex appeal.
Sorry, men/victims of the world,
I’m retiring.
Time for a mumu.
About the AuthorDanna was born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada. She considers herself first and foremost an artist who just accidentally became a businesswoman.
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