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Angry
I saw the way they looked at her,
I heard the things they said.

My blood boiled, my heart raced,
I wanted to scream and shout and rage.

But I knew that wouldn’t help,
So I took a deep breath and held it in.

I walked over to my daughter,
I put my arm around her and said,

“Don’t listen to them, honey.
They’re just mean.

They don’t know what they’re talking about.
You’re beautiful, inside and out.”