Driven The street her catwalk The clothes her haute couture Head held high She strutted her stuff At sixteen she was quite mature Wrong side of the tracks Not a good start to life Being posh elevated her confidence Avoiding the strife Able to work this To get what she needed Knowing herself Trusting herselfContinue reading “Driven”
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