Raised as a girl to be a lady
they made sure I skipped
the sexual revolution
Now fully grown
comfortable in my skin
to say and do as I wish
I feel fully a woman
How do I reconcile
all the three together
Just a simple girl
with lady leaking out
but the senses of a
sometime bawdy woman
Who when I walk
through my day
whose demeanor do I wear
ask to come out to show
all who I am dealing with
For some it seems maybe
two faced
its actually three
but not with any intended
deception
The roles get all twisted up
like a wreck waiting to happen
with the girl driving them all
the lady taking back seat
and then there is that
crazy driving woman
I guess this will
my whole life be
my challenge to work out
day by day
no scratch that
moment to moment
Who am I?
if not the person
I was raised
the full time retentive lady
I really think I like best
the unacceptable
impertinent
free thinking
non conforming
I am me, to bad for thee
fully grown woman
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