I was raised on a change is gonna come.
Breast fed it’ll be a better day tomorrow
Been waiting a long time now and
ain’t nothing changing.
Seems the only thing changing is me.
I change from daughter to sister
to wife and mother, to grandmother
to ex-wife and still mother
and it’s all so confusing I have to pay
close attention or else I’ll forget
I am supposed to be
Cause the only thing changing
My face has gotten wrinklier
My hair has gotten crinklier
My eyes look up, my breast
and my behind is back there
just hanging around.
The only thing changing