Why, when it hurts?
Why, must I wear these skirts?
Why, not these?
Why, must I please,
those who do me wrong?
For if I must sing this song,
it will be sending myself astray,
and into a path of dismay.
Why, don't I say no?
And go forth and grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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