Layered make-up.
Hair fixed just right.
In hand me down clothes.
Paper and glue is all I need to fix this silly hat.
Made it myself.
Never knew it would be a hit.
I got two in every color.
To live is to laugh in the open,
But to cry at home-
Never underestimate those.
Anger, rage, and blooming strength
Is their own.
To laugh is a kindness,
At least to me.
I wish that I could wear everyone of my colors,
But I have fixed my hair just right
And they do not match my rags.
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