Looking at you from under glass, an aquarium that I often pass.
Mom says, "these things take time, but for now go outside."
These ligaments are like loose strings, they get everywhere on everything.
Dad says, "why can't you be like other girls? You're just alright."
Who are you to tell me to choose?
Keep your hearing open, learn by vision.
Mind your mannerisms, watch your diction.
I don't mind your native nomenclature - "don't quite yet, not until you see me - you're worth more money."
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