Superwoman

Hateful glares, hidden glances.

Romances.

Friend or foe? How are you to know?

Catch her if you can, as she

Rise, Rise, Rises.

 

Grind. Everyday.

Hurts. When all they see

is the aesthetically pleasing

exterior.

 

But she has earned all she has,

blessed with natural abilities from above.

 

Jealous glares, stolen glances.

Romances.

Friend or foe? How are you to know?

Catch her if you can, as she

Rise, Rise, Rises.

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