Angry young girl
stares at the vestiges of her 20's
sheds all the baggage and the defenses so that a new woman can emerge
from the Angry young girl.
Angry young girl, where are you
did you give in? Are you in me too?
Where did we separate-become two?
I'm not the angry young girl
I'm a different person- I see in the mirror
Her clothing no longer fits-she was much slimmer
but moving constantly in anger will do that to you
Madame causehead- the angry young girl- how did they do that to you?
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