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Have you ever been

inside a cage

with closed doors

on the walls and

also the floors?

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Have you ever stood

behind a table

with hungry men

staring at you

from each end?

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Have you ever laughed

at a love so parallel

yet so alive

and perpendicular

you’re grateful for hell?

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Have you ever thought

just a bit too hard

to run from love

and still

love so hard?

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Have you ever?

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Never have I Ever

And so the story goes

This girl she rose

From counting petals

On dirty floors

To writing her story

From tower doors

She grew loud

And quiet

Kept away

No longer slave

To what could be

Or how she could

Make the story bleed

From written words

To truth she told

Her story bold

I saw the world

From the eyes of a misfit girl

Full of limitations, disappointments, fear

 

But then, my eyes were widened

To a pop

And the world spilled out some truth

 

So, I took notice

And I saw the world

And how it measured

 

Truth is:

It wasn’t fitting

It was missing

 

It was lost

And gone forever

 

When I saw this

  

I lost the

Girl

 

I lost the girl

And the world

From the eyes of a misfit girl