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"(...) sometimes, sometimes, I wish I was like Mariella. She got some pritt stick and glued her lips together. So she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak. People used to say shes as quiet as a mouse, she just doesn't make a peep.
She marched to her wardrobe and threw away the color, because wearing black looks mysterious, but it didn't impress her mother. She wanted to dress her baby in patterns and flowers, but Mariella just crossed her arms and so she cried for hours.
'Mariella. Mariella. My pretty, baby girl, Unglue your lips from being together and wear some pink and pearls. You can have your friends 'round and they can stay for tea. Won't you just try to fit in? please, do this for me.'
But Mariella just crossed her arms and walked up the stairs and she went into her bedroom, and she sat on her bed.
And she looked in the mirror and she thought to herself 'If I wanna play, I can play with me, If I wanna think, I'll think in my head.'
At school, Mariella didn't have many friends, yeah, the girls there, they looked at her and thought she was quite strange. And the boys they're not really into girls at that age. And the teachers, they thought Mariella was just going through a phase.
But Mariella just smiled as she skipped down the road because she knew all the secrets in her world. Yeah, she always got the crossword puzzle right every day and she could do the alphabet backwards, without making any mistakes (..)"

Kate Nash