************ in a Dress.

Look what they've done,

torn you apart.

In the name of fun,

some kind of black art.

I'd been thrown into the lake,

arms and legs tied.

I sunk to the bottom,

they thought I had died.

Out of the depths I arose

wearing a beautiful dress.

Some kind of new magic,

like a good witch.

A white art.

I don't seek revenge

for I have a pure heart.

It's now they'll see

that they could never be

someone like me.

Because I'm the greatest

mother ****** in a dress

they'll ever meet.

Poetry by Kaydee.

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