It is a maybe, the must has been shroud,
like the veil that is hiding or maybe the dyke that sunders
I was imparted, directed to be an admirable consort,
the childhood went astray in the name of fosterage,
I was evil if I couldn't be quiet or
maybe.....
Ordered for the chores but never the outlay
I had to be pretty but prettier was aspired
I was compared.
The body, the skills
But praised never
I seeked, like a dead bird
but better was believed.


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