Militant girl full of fire and conviction She angrily decries the male oppressor Who would despoil her darker hair (Though she demands a smooth-shorn chin) It is years later that I see her Older, holding some mid-level job She seems more fashionable Groomed and outfitted in slick half-suits That let on she's a woman While pretending she's a man At some point I realise As she reaches for some jar or bowl That simple fashion caught her Tamed the fire that had warmed me And brought to her the shaving fold
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