The Stand
I am more than a girl.
I am a being.
A place in this land,
where love has become
Fatal wounds, empty promises.
Tricks have become treats.
People try to make their mark,
but washes away in moments.
You must let us have space enough
So we breath our air
And share our voices
And be ourselves
Because it is not just one
It is the world
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