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I lift myself off the ground, surrounded by men in high-backed chairs.
Judging me with their stares.
Don't show fear I remind myself,
Thinking of my ears sitting on a shelf.
So I draw myself up, meeting their eyes, stand tall,
Show them I am not afraid to fall.
Their golden robes rustle, a form of communication I cannot hear.
The light becomes blinding, but I do not cover my eyes even when they draw near.
We will judge they whisper,
Their diamond eyes glimmer
As they stare into my soul
It is penetrating, unlike anything I have ever felt, but I feel null.
They seem to smile using their ruby lips and quartz teeth,
Trying to make me feel beneath.
Yet I stand tall,
Show them I am not afraid to fall.
For the will of someone who has lost it all
Is not a will at beck and call.
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Assorted
Poetry|Rules make up| |For what society lacks| |Break the rules and| |We will go back.| I do not own most of the pictures shown, BUT I do make all the poetry. Please don't be a dick and plagiarize. -ASSORTED POETRY-
