Rebellion: A Poem
Tip-toes bent
Nail bitten, raw
Rough around the edges
Not much of lady
Loud, boisterous
Quiet, reserve
Cynical little beast
Wild and tame
Straddling imaginary lines
Good and evil
Black and white
Lost in the grey bleakness
Of right and wrong
Finding it hard
Serving two masters
society and self
Gnawing at double-knotted
apron strings
Desperate for release
Tormented torturer
Waiting the executioner
with pale neck bared
Yet deadly stroke never strikes
for the Rebellious always fight
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