One New Boy
From ripped tshirts, to pretty pink dresses
From muddy hands, to glittery nails
From worn sneakers, to new high heals
This is me.
From one brother, to two
From tomboy, to girly girl
just like that.
Nine years later
the new brother changes my life,
my brothers were best friends
leaving me to hate mud and love glitter.
From then, to now
couldn't be happier.
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