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Dec 2020
I am allowed to take up space!
I proclaim confidently
hoping repeating it will coerce her,
my friend who spurs my celery meals.
Hair crafted by the media,
her piercing eyes gripping control.
       -Iā€™m not me anymore
Written by
Voahirana  F
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