Glass Mind

Cunning, yet sweet, deceitful, but kind

Please don't hurt her glass mind

Cold to the touch and clear to understand

She hopes no one sees the cuts she has

The ones she makes with her very own hands

They yell at her hoping to see her crack in any way

But she stands tall with much to say

"It's a new era, an untouchable one! Where we femme will succeed. They call us delicate

like glass, soft like porcelain, but become upset when we leave a cut."

And a new era we will see

All will go up and no one will be hushed

This poem is about: 
Our world

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