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she said,
I’m gonna make my own club
and dance my own dance
and sing my own song
because they won’t let me through
the door,
they won’t take me seriously, she said —
won’t take a chance on my sort of words
with their rambling streams
and their burgeoning cascades
and their wacky offbeat styles
and the understated ecstasy
and the propulsive attitude
of it all…
that’s right,
she’ll make her own club,
the founding mother, with
a member total of one,
doing her thing,
so that one day they will know
and they will taste her glory
but when they see her
and want to dance with her
and speak with her
about all her brilliance,
she will simply not have the time,
she will have too much going on
to pay any attention to
any of them
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