Those Before Me

Underdeveloped towns and a city

Fields of crops, unwanted misogyny

She farmed in the nineteen twenties

What happened next is shrouded in mystery

She had loved many

Most saw her as a penny

Never truly struck gold

Unlike what her church had told

She had pursued romance

Perhaps it was a front for her imbalance

Never succeeded by her standard

The rest of her life meandered

Melancholy and wasted potential

Future actions would be consequential

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Next kicking mid nineteen sixty

Rebellious and confident at sixteen

Burnt rubber

Looking tougher

Loved the scent the cocoa butter

Travelled to neighboring towns

Liked to observe hand-me-downs

Until people molded her rebellious

Turns into depressing days

Men would be scared stiff and stare

Was told complexion wasn't fair

Hole in her heart

As she departed

Off to find what she had lost

Her past would be glossed-over

Her present is labour

Her future would be savoured

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She was a nineteen nineties teen

Go getter and extrovert supreme

In contrary auxiliary confidence

Inferior self-appreciation

Held back by traumas of the past

Her future a foretold overcast

Life looked out the windows

As relationships became a shadow

Gatekept, swept under the rug

She had talent and youth

But she had lost half her truth

In years of recovery

She had made a discovery

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Then there is the present

Alive and in the twenty twenties

Childhood years lonesome

Honed her art out of boredom

No recollection of good friends

Videogames and illustrations

Would distract from the sad sensations

My weakness is I never made amends

For years lingered imperfection

In the mirror held a lonely reflection

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She wondered why she felt this way

The previous had laboured worse

She pondered what to say

It was some sort of curse

The anguish and despair of her members

Eventually reached her psyche

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It was an ugly truth

But it made sense