LP No. 11

a smile
tugs at
her lip.

but inside
she rages.

words
will not contain
the fury of generations,
but
don’t underestimate
the power of
a foolish grin.

confidence, power, and grace
all
slip away,
and a young girl stands
alone,
fearful of
the strength within.

and a boy watches,
lost
and
confused,
vainly
seeking
her stolen wisdom.

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