You thought you could change her, By taking away, Her pigtails, And painting her lids. You thought that somehow, By dressing her, In ribbons and lace, Hiding her behind a feminine mask, That you could change her soul. Why do her eyes shock you? Are you surprised to see, A girl there, Rather than the woman, You tried to create? Why do you seem so astounded, By the sight of her raging fire? Perhaps it never occurred to you, That you can't make something, Beautiful, When it already is.
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