I carry in me such a rage
which begs and pleads to be let out.
If I just had a different name
I could ignore the way it shouts,
I'd close the door and lock it shut.
You'd never find my whereabouts,
I'd be the girl who does not cut.
If I was renamed Isabel
I'd be the girl who is a slut.
I'd be the girl who does it well.
I'd still be wild. I'm not tame.
There are some things I'll never tell,
I swear I wouldn't be the same
if I just had a different name.
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