The Oxymoron Girl

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Her hair is blonde,

Her eyes are blue,

She's sweeter than a rose;

Her smile's wide,

Her trust is quick,

She can't tell friend from foe

Her clothes are black

Her temper's hot,

She's darker than the night;

Her music's loud,

Her stories kill,

She's putting up a fight

Her mother's sweet,

Her mother's kind,

She's gentle as a lamb;

Her father's harsh,

Her father's cruel,

He wields a heavy hand

She doesn't know

Just who she is,

The Oxymoron Girl;

Since she was twelve,

She's been confused,

Born of two different worlds.

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