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I am the silenced voice of the past,
the crushed spirit, still fighting to last.
I am the unfathomable agony of raging slur,
my humiliated soul, an existential cur.
I am the repeated mistake, born out of love,
the abomination, pushed away with a shove.
I am an exhibition of those in numerous broken smiles.
The swirling tears that never left the brimming eyes.
I am the formation of right body measures and cheap insults,
A soul full of judgments and obscenities, the final result.
I am not the accused victim, the for bearer of the blame,
Of the crimes I didn't commit, of reproaches and shame.
After years of fighting, to be heard, to be praised,
Still somewhat alone, I stand tall, and not afraid.
Thirsting for the day when I'll get the deserved recognition and power,
I am right here, the woman on the liberal tower.