I am not a lady
Though I know the art,
The delicate waiting
That is required.
But demure smiles were never honest enough
For my peasant mouth.
I was born free of locks and the rules
Propriety brings to rein in our desires.
I was born
Free of respectability
Free of notoriety
Free of wealth
Free of worth.
Though I know the art,
The sophisticated lying
That is required,
I am not a lady.
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