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Jan 2012
But I was there
You can’t tear the truth from my hands
My fingers will hold on
Gripping and clenching in vein
Because I was there
And my actuality can’t be stolen from me

Sorry mom
Sorry dad
But I have to tell my tale
I can’t pretend that I’m whole any longer
I am no lady in white
My testimonios must be told

Don’t call me crazy
Don’t hold me down
Because I was present the entire time
No one can fight my facts
Because they lay not in my body
They felt not the breath on my neck
They’ll never know my pain

It’s funny how men will try and convince you
That you’re not real
As if you’re part of their imagination
That they created
And birthed all on their own
Is that why they try and destroy us?
Hold us down and tell us
That we don’t deserve the world
Or life
Love
And breath
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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