The rare Kind
I am beautiful
I was made from diamonds
The rare one
I am peculiar
I am different
I am consistent with being myself
I am what they call
A strong woman
A goddess
Who carries her baggage beneath her wings
She soars high over mountains
She is me
She is beautiful
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