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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