She’s quite....
But to the top of her lungs
She’s screaming
Praying to god to give her a reason
Trying times got her waiting on the season
She’s reaching
Raising her hands
But she reaching higher than the ceiling
Itching for success
she’s feening
She’s finally believing
In her self
She took her problems of the shelf
Blending them all
In doing so Finding herself
Realizing her wealth
You can’t break her
Bend her if you will
Even if you break her
She is still real.
She ...
is her own ideal.
-JacQuelyn Williams
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JacQuelyn Williams
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