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Brianna the Beanstalk


Gangly and gawky  

This I am

I tower over most, like an unwelcomed giant

They stare, as if it were a sin

 

I’m not small like a toy

I'm not am not sorry nor does my life lack joy

 

Elegant and exquisite

This I am

Soaring over others, like a bird on the wind

I find comfort in my own skin

 
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