I am
I am a girl with cuts on her wrists
I am a girl whose mind is a melody
a melody that just won’t sing
I am a girl with faith
I am a girl with faith in the observable
the observable that seems to fail
I am a stranger
I am a stranger to the world
to the world who says I’m a girl
I am a girl
I am a girl who refuse to be a girl
a girl who is defines by words
I am a woman
I am a woman who is defined by my actions
actions that will take to a place
where
my melody sings
where
the observable never fails
where
I am not a girl
where I am
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