Doubt remains
Small I am in the world
Tender is my skin
Innocent are my eyes
Helpless I am to those surrounding me
Small I still am
Will still mine
Power long gone
Wounds from words that will not heal
Small no more
Jugged by all
Guilty to my peers
I am only human and not seen as such
Small has long past
Bold are my words
Swift is my being
Yet those wounds of long ago drain me dry with doubt
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