With appropriate pride and that one
pinch of fear.
It would have been easy, to confuse
determination
With its creepy-close cousin, caution's
cuckoo, desperation.
“It's normal,” you tell me.
“That's how girls act these days,”
As though you think you might drive me
away.
But I never did conflate vanity with
sanity.
It's a good try, but you can't get rid
of me so easily.
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