Impression

Women employed by conditions
Beyond their control,
Wore cotton prairie dresses
Stained, of their station,
Laundered just the same

Mentor

Untied to what caused me
To go beyond what I believed,
Past what I stood for
Lost sight for the trees.
I hurt you, but you caused pain first.
You lead me towards evil opportunity,
In the end, I was who I wasn’t,
You knew better, yet allowed me.