I'm a Red Hatter!
Now that I’m old, seventies, that being.
I answer to no one, cater to no one, liste
to no one… you see!
Stubborn I am and stubborn I’ll be.
And those who
don’t like me can swing from their own
damn opinion tree.
I like being me, stubborn as can be.
A Red Hatter I was, a Red Hatter
I am and a Red Hatter…I’ll always be!
And in my purple dress I’ll sing in the
sunshine and dance in the rain.
Now they may call me an old woman,
half insane and that's all right.
For I know who I am, and
Life’s too short to play
their silly game.
Jackie R. Kays
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