I'm just a girl
armed with power that rejects awareness,
and flirts coyly with hindsight.
To some,
I'm an excuse for vanity,
a version of mocked perfection
dripping with extra security.
To them,
I'm just a toy.
I'm just a girl,
walking in old shoes,
using comfort
to hide from change.
To me,
new shoes,
new blisters.
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