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Turn up your music, please

Turn up your music, please

Be the abiding daughter

and do as your fathers expects you to

without his saying.

.

Dark tea swaying

yell at me in the middle of a work day

and ask me embarrassing questions

say too much and act offended

or, just pretend to be yourself.

(just pretending to be yourself.)

.

Rebel child tamale

don’t be afraid

I’ve never done this here before

take it personally

and offend me.

.

Piercingly sinister stare

with cat like eyes

.

I thought I knew you

when I first met you.

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