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My Mental Conquest


My fashion sense is whack

Sometimes, I recieve a smack

I feel enveloped by prejudices and standards,

That pay no regards to morals.

Physically, I am labelled as helpless

Nonetheless, I tell myself it's all nonsense.

But I have an investment I train,

IT IS MY BRAIN!!!!!

I am gifted to educate, lead and heal;

One day, I will be recognized in the office with the seal.

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