I Am Her(e)

I would live in a perfect world Marry the perfect guy Get showered with pearls See, mother never told me That chasing this fantasy It would bring me so much agony. Persuading me to be everything but subconsciously me, Images that don't mirror she, Who are we My soul in captivity, yet I move about so hastily, still, nothing to reflect the pure essence of my; Beauty So elegantly, suppressed by these stories; of her. Unraveling stories told, undoing what I'm supposed to be; Uncovering me. Creating a new story Fulling one's destiny; I solely aim to be free. Ironing out these lies Opening up their eyes Embracing who I'm born to be Queen, no longer in disguise Now Free, From the stories I'm She

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