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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