comeback to me

this morning
i dreamt of valerie cherish
sitting in a corporate board meeting
with madonna at the head

the situation was so tense you could cut it with a knife
as valerie went against the odds
attempting to prove her
worth

when all else fails go to the funny, she instinctively knew
but as valerie joked and gabbed her way through attacks and jeers
she couldn't help but wonder
what can i do when they all stop laughing?

as no one was having any of it

madonna remained cold, calculating, and uncaring
the suits looked at val like a sad reminder of an ancient time
and ms. cherish writhed in agony

"my woody allen" bombed
"i don't need to see that" bombed
"i need to know that i'm being heard" bombed
there was nothing left

am i all this is?
the feelings crashed to the surface inside of her like bombs going off in her mind
am i only this person that everyone hates?
because i can't be
i can't be
i can't

i woke before the tide began shifting for our one, dear red
in my dreams val never got that shot to fully prove her skill

beautiful, beautiful soul
ms. valerie cherish

they broke the mold with you