I Was Demure Once
I was sedate once, dainty, delicate, demure, girly and feminine.
No you weren’t.
Sure, remember that day I wore the pink flowered dress?
And rolled in the mud with it? Yes, before I rolled in the mud.
I tried my fabrication on six more people.
They all knew me better. They clutched their sides and guffawed.
Some rolled on the floor and cried with screaming laughter.
I was never demure.
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