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Not every girl is Rosie the Riveter Not every girl is a housewife You’re so hellbent on labeling us On shelving us, filing us away neatly You don’t even consider the middle ground  
I laugh at the sorrow, I smile at the pain; Knowing that from pity There's naught for me to gain.My thoughts may turn to darkness; My enemy may be me; But slowly, I am learning
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