A fit of rage slips with her southern draw.
She’d disappoint her new Boston friends,
having a Rebel in Yankee country
would go over as well as a rebel
running through marshes like a runaway slave.
How ironic.
A rich white girl over whom guys drool —
they’d have nothing to do
with the person I know of you.
But it looked so charming;
your brilliant lie.
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