Her hair is constantly in the way. Just like I am.
Mama has her pin it back, sweep it aside. How I feel they're doing to me.
I'm not in the way anymore because I've been pinned back, swept aside.
I'm not even sure they noticed when I wasn't there.
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The Diary of Margot Frank
Non-FictionA nonfiction account of a young girl's experiences in theatre, through vignettes.
