Shrova

1973 a big year for me, my parent's life very hard, always another reality, my dancing brings a destiny, gossamer joy to Spring's yard, Jewish notes on a blue sea, like my mother in photography, unashamed by pardon, her number fronts me daily, they called traitor to Daddy, no leniency declared, killed him when they were ready, but me a Disco Queenie, i don't weigh the lard, rouge lipstick on my history, move about freely, at 28 receive my card, worried by uneasy duty, i do my thing plupart.