Dirty little secret girls
are dirty themselves.
I brush it off when I step into the light.
The child in my brain is really squirming.
The room is all wrong.
Details.
Details. (But details mean everything.)
You're funny,
just like everyone else.
I want to be funnier than you
But I'm not.
I'm a shadowed secret
in a dusty drawer.
I laugh when I hear your jokes.
The oil of joy will not arrive in my lifetime.
The oaks will not grow,
The fresh garments will not arrive for me.
I talk quickly so I cannot hear you speak.
It is hard to believe in new garments.
I want to be famous.
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