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Raw and Rising

 


My voice—it's rising, raw and true,
Gone are the “motherly” tones they knew.
I’m done with soft, with being their balm,
They’ll call me a “bitch” for not staying calm.

Understanding? That role's been tossed,
It got me nowhere, just made me lost.
I was the warmth, the light, the care,
And they took all I gave, left me bare.

Once I told them, “You’re magic, pure,”
And they lapped it up, so self-assured.
But if I point to cracks in their shine,
Suddenly, I'm out of line.

They say, “I don’t want to hurt you,” oh please—
People like that just take it with ease.
I won’t shrink back, won’t dim my light,
I’m claiming my space, my own birthright.

No more sweet talk, no gentle frame,
For those who play their selfish game.
People like you? You’ve had your time—
From here on out, I guard what’s mine.

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