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True Colors

Seeing people’s true colors

Only accepting me when I convenience their ego

I survive by feeding into the image they project on me

A meek girl who couldn’t possibly have worthwhile opinions of her own

When the pressure closes in

When my emotions overflow

I’m seen as an inconvenience

I’m expected to sooth them

When I need to comfort myself

I am perceived as a caretaker to the fragile men around me

A blanket of shame suffocates my body

I’m not a perfect creature anymore

I am a woman once again

An ‘other’ constrained by group of testosterone looking down on me

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