Pick a color, if you will; Down the hatch with this magical pill.
Now… just wait, let it soak in, Absolve you from your verbal sins.
The ones blurted out in a hot, emotional mess,
When all things mental were put to the test.
Should have known better, kept your mouth shut—
The very thing, keeping you stuck in a rut.
We women must not draw attention, let alone mention;
Silence suppresses the brewing tension.
Hold it in tight, practice inner strength;
All will be forgiven if you quietly repent.
In the meantime, when you're losing the will,
Take another magical pill.
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