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Steal me if you dare,
rip my heart from my being.
Mold my mind with the bloody spare,
Try to convince me of what I'm seeing.
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Try to lecture about my desire,
Tell me, please, why I cry.
Teach me why I can't reach higher,
Preach why my wings can't fly.
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Steal my right to breathe my air,
To build a life I dream to live.
To soar above what you can bear,
To own my choice to take or give.
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Try to dull my glow, my shine,
dare to tell me what to say.
but scratch the very first line-
You cannot steal me anyway.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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