What is She Who is she
What is she?
Who is she?
Does she have a name?
I heard…
I heard….
I heard.
It was the first flapper our small town had ever seen.
Not a she yet.
No one cared about her.
We just wanted to flash looks and gossip.
this newcomer did not care.
a flapper is self-confident.
pleasing no one but herself.
beautiful look on this self-assured woman
who needed no one's approval but her own.
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