Miss Billie
That’s me
Born a southern belle
Stubborn as a Missouri mule
A show me state girl
Don’t explain it to me
Prove it to me
Who, what, where, why, when
I’m a contradiction
An intricate puzzle
No instructions
Pieces missing
Edges frayed and worn
Some broken and torn
But I still sparkle
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who am I
Red light, green light
Ready set go
Don’t leave me alone
I’m a work in progress
Hands on hips
Transformed
Dosey doe and courtesy low
The southern bell
That’s me
Miss Billie
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