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Not every girl is Rosie the Riveter
Not every girl is a housewife
You’re so hellbent on labeling us
On shelving us, filing us away neatly
You don’t even consider the middle ground
I laugh at the sorrow,
I smile at the pain;
Knowing that from pity
There's naught for me to gain.My thoughts may turn to darkness;
My enemy may be me;
But slowly, I am learning
