I don’t get around much anymore

The first twerking I ever saw was last year
at my grand-daughter’s graduation. Ms. Cardi-B!
Have a good time, baby. Have a good time.
 
I adored her and her show instantly. 
The family found it funny I was entertained. 
I saw buckets and piles of money. 
 
Saw them whupping the boys
at their own game. In shape and fit
all dolled up in chopped-up emeralds
 
ermines and pearls. They may or may not be
working on degrees in chemistry, business
or whatever. Theirs is a world where women
 
may do as they please, without domestic retribution.
Not knocked to their knees.
These women are hands down or up a pole
in charge of their own contribution, their solution.
 
And when it comes to love, it’s another
shot at the wheel. Love, romance, these
super stars feel it in their dance, in their bones. 
 
Make it reel, make it fun, shiny and wholesome. 
This revolution is won! Women power, 
motherhood, sisterhood, child care and kindness. 
Shake it up, Mamas, shake it shake it shake it.