What is right or even wrong, it’s all in a song
An angry little girl searching where she fits in
Her teenage self not so gangly yet thin
Boys attracted by her flirtatious smile and blue eyes
What they don’t see are the walls of her disguise
She learned early on how invisible she can be
Colors change with the wind and so could she
Who you need is what she will become
Transformation is how it’s all done
Submission was taught and equally expected
Relinquish all control or she would be rejected
At least then she felt a sense of belonging at last
To whom was the question quickly becoming her past
So much to think about, reflect and discern
A variety of things have helped her to learn
When does it stop, this death sentence lives on
Flip the music on, the answers are in that song
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The Whole Cookie 