It seems everywhere she goes
Trouble is never far behind
Things always go great at first
Until she ends up in a bind
Free-spirited; she comes and goes
Wearing independence like a crown
But with a softness that one could mold
But it’s a ploy, making many a man a clown
She’s tough, they think, but she’ll bend
Flowers and gifts will work like charms
She has to conform in the end
Soon she’ll come running to these arms
But she doesn’t; keeps doing her thing
Then smug looks turn to disdain
Charming words to insults turn
She must work, respect to gain
Soon she has to watch her back
Step out from the remnants of her bubble
When former admirers seek her ruin
Take flight or fight, for she’s in trouble
Written by L.M. McBean
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