Superwoman
Hateful glares, hidden glances.
Romances.
Friend or foe? How are you to know?
Catch her if you can, as she
Rise, Rise, Rises.
Grind. Everyday.
Hurts. When all they see
is the aesthetically pleasing
exterior.
But she has earned all she has,
blessed with natural abilities from above.
Jealous glares, stolen glances.
Romances.
Friend or foe? How are you to know?
Catch her if you can, as she
Rise, Rise, Rises.
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