Preening In her bedroom mirror
Sashaying even though she's a minor
Batting her eyelids like she can attract boys
Even though she outgrown her love for toys
Entranced the society was
Jostling for attention as she waltz
Craning their necks to steal a glance
Ready to thrust their opponent with a lance
Thrashing around In an attempt to evade
the strong hold of the master's chain
Ready to embark on the road the dreams paved
hoping to win the battle she craved
To put an end to the longing
Free to do her bidding
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