Women like me are rare to see

We hide in the dark and create the art

That sits within the crevice of your skin

That pulls out the words that fly like birds

Out to the world, I’m that girl

Each year, each step another station

Just trying to find the right foundations

Searching for something in each conversation

Trying to understand the failure behind my expectations

Searching for this unattainable motivation

But, at peace with the sudden realization

That I owe nobody an explanation

That I’m under no such obligation

That I’m not limited by my situation

That I am my greatest creation

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