I still remember
the night
I knew I was worthy
I looked up
and cried
for beautiful creatures
for misunderstandings
in the midst of peace
for gossip and rumors
for all the battles
because of those
misunderstandings
it was quite demanding
and my tears
overflowed
with the knowing
I didn’t have to cry
that boys will be boys
and always deny us
until we go back
to the beginning
and see the truth
mistreated
labeled
boxed
help me
they are projecting
help me
they can’t control themselves
always vying for attention
always trying to be superior
but that night
when worth
made me rich
all the doors opened
and the stars moved for me
I am…
that I am….
Sorry.
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