top of page
Elizabeth Cotton

Fresh Out the Slammer

Forget about my crimes I’ve paid for them dearly

Done my time and I’m fresh out the slammer

Marching with my head up, unapologetically

Me before all of this? Well, I don’t know her


Even if you were to insist that I’m irredeemable

Boo, who does she think she is, we don’t forget

Showing my face around here, inconceivable

It doesn’t matter, nothing you can do about it


Put my things in a box, Polaroid memories

I’m out and free and you can’t hold me back

I am going alone, no partner in repentance

Fortune favors the brave and unashamed

1 view0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

I used to

Comments


bottom of page