We all wear hats, even if they are not placed upon our head for all to see.
Some people wear the hats of daughters and sons, of students or teachers.
Graduates and dropouts.
I wear a few hats myself.
Some I am not proud to wear, but I have grown so attached, I cannot remove them.
No matter how hard I might try.
I wear the hat of a bitch.
Of being a brutally honest teen.
I wear the hat of a one night stand my parents cannot stand.
I wear the hat of a sister that none want to be like.
I wear the hat of a girlfriend whose boyfriend is no longer in love with.
I wear the hat of a girl that is too broken to love.
In Jr. High, I wore the hat of a slut, something I am not proud of.
It wasn't even true, but i wore it anyhow.
The more hats the better, i suppose.
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