How I Walk
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maia333 Poetry is my tonic, my vice, my voice.
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Do not confuse femininity with weakness.

How I Walk

My cheeks, they may bloom Like a cherry blossom at noon. When your eyes graze the spoon Of my neck.

But it is not for you, The things that I do, How I walk How I talk How I dress.

My voice, it may soften, Like freshly plucked cotton, When your voice is fraught, and Resolute.

But it is not for you, The things that I do, How I walk How I talk How I dress.

For my shyness does not make me sweet, My quiet does not make me meek. Battles, I fought, in your sleep. Mountains, they move when I speak.

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