stomped her foot
on squeaky outdated boardwalk
shook the stilts
that plant the institution
to liberate
from its conformist ways
upgraded
to a high society mannequin
crafted with unblended colors
unsymmetrical cuts
she is edgy
they say her name
as long as she keeps fitting
the customized motif
of the revolution
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