Wednesday, 12 August 2015

. . . I'm not begging you . . .

of all the pain on this vain i trained myself restrain,

of all the hurt and the dirt i assert to desert,

of all the cries from the lies i despise that made me wise,

of all the hurdle, most impossible whirl, those that forced me curl


give me my voice so i can scream,

give me my hand so i can reach,

give me my eyes so i can dream,

give me my ears so i can teach.


Dear World, I am nothing more but a girl..

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