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Fierce and determined I am a woman that stands,

With rounded hips, full pink lips fleeing from what gender deems is a man.

Push, pull the tug of war never ends,

Cracked and some parts broken, I can’t continue to bend.

An inaudible cry,

Some are present and others don’t even try.

Pillow wet and soaked with tears,

Awakening to some fanfare and more fake cheers.

Focus is the only choice,

Finding ME, MY words, MY voice.