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A Sweet Dream

I am the beautiful breeze in the body of a woman.

I am not contained in stories of suffering.

I have always been an unrestricted choice in the making.

A sweet dream singing high in the sky, over the black and red of the fight.

I am woman, I know my worth.

I am human, I am not a story

of oppression.

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