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the girl

t*he girl

she makes the world so beautiful

she had come to rule

but she was never given the chances equal

 

she was forced to silence

forced to smile

give those people another glance

even when she will be overlooked this while

 

the girl did it all

she made big from real small

learned the smooth and the rough

but she was given another bluff

 

her, she was thrown around

laughed and joked about

but she smiled throughout

her tears for herself when she drowned

 

she went ahead, even behind at times

she fought for herself at every step

her thoughts evident in every line

well thought, did have a bite.

 

the girl,

her success was a victory

not hers alone, from all bulls

she rose to make a history*.

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Written by
nylee
28 / F
Published
Mar 7, 2018
Lines·Words
24·130
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#nyee#girl#rule#victory#rough#history#success#struggle#womensday
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