Recycle. Reuse. I refuse.
I will live my life not a reproduction of yours.
These curses may be passed down the generations
But I am a woman of my own nation.
Hence, I am my own.
I am on my own.
Youth was wasted on my absent innocence.
I am still a child in a sense.
But my coming of age takes precedence.
I have grown.
I am grown.
I am an individual thinking machine with many curiosities.
I climb trees to get a better view and see what I see
And then I continue to Fall like leaves.
But that's just me.
"Yeah, me being me."
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