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We have trembled against men, We have feared the rise of men Yet we continue to shout We shout our rights, We shout our rights to be equal
You pass through life and it's all a blur, But something catches your eye. A momentary pause
Someone told me that  when ever they look at my pictures they see a pretty and elegant 
Imperfection A blemished complexion Staring at me in the reflection A most natural thing facing rejection Perfection is a requirement, no exception A face less than beautiful receives no affection
Raised under watchful eyes I stand under broad daylight Expectations driven through the mind Curiosity crumbled into a pile of dust Searching for an exit in a complex maze Hand reaching for a dream so far away
  We march to the sound of glances speaking victory
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