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Woman

Woman

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I don't claim to be pure.

I'm adulterated with griefs and sin,

Stained with all the colours of emotion.


Do not say I'm naive.

I will give you a hand when you need it,

And push you off a cliff lest you hurt me.


Don't just call me sweet.

I'd rather you acknowledge my wit

Than reduce me to a sugary epithet.


Do not think me weak,

I just smiled through the storms,

never having to reveal my strength.


Don't call me an angel,

I can save the world,

Only once I'm done saving myself.


Let me baptize myself.

But If ever you wish to christen me at all,

Call me a Survivor.



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