Pull out my hair
Do you dare?
Live my life free,
This is the way to be.
Bursts of incoherent dialogue,
Always turns into a monologue.
They laugh in my face,
They try to erase,
The beauty of being me.
Do you dare?
Live my life free,
This is the way to be.
Bursts of incoherent dialogue,
Always turns into a monologue.
They laugh in my face,
They try to erase,
The beauty of being me.
Again, the last two lines are very strong, probably stronger than the rest of the poem. Love "B".
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