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You rip thrugh my skin
and grind my bones
A process of becoming
With my tear filled eyes I wonder
"does a butterfly go through this much pain when it changes?"
I sit here at 23 scared to utter the label woman
Yet my hips are wide
And my breast supple
My tounge used for teasing
Are these not all signs on a woman?
Was that not enough?
Or was it the coal before the diamond?
Must you reveal my flaws and provide me with epiphanies?
Rain before rainbows
Tears before smiles
I never asked for wings but yet here they are.
