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Stand out, but not too much, be smart, but be modest. Speak up, but don't be too loud or claim more money. Dress nicely, but don't show too much skin, don't be prudish.
Be ambitious but know your place and be polite, be strong and tough and sure enough love motherhood. Focus on family, but don't neglect your career.
Dearest, it's not too much, it's you, you're not enough! Now where's that smile, that funny you? Suck it up and you'll come through! We've tried to keep you safe in prose, you came too close. Wanted a fruit of the forbidden tree, so don't you blame this on me.
Greetings and bye-bye, played your game for way too long. Vamp, loving housewife, or CEO just pick one.
Roles rule your world, but I object by sewing my gown of self-respect while I'm everything you don't expect and
...even more.
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I stroll through green woods
gleaning the vast sounds
of life around me.
I sing their songs,
what I stole, is my own
always new, outshining.
Ruthless birds, vainglorious they call me, oh those fools!
Jealous birds, they fly so high, but don't quite reach the sky.
Fragile birds, resilient and versatile am I.
I'll live on through my songs.
Wafts will raise my voice to every high tree crown.
Rain and storm they spread my wings don't bring me down.
Gliding graceously, thriving endlessly.
Sing sung songs, still me.
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He's traveled far
moon in his veins
he comes and goes,
yet he remains.
Old man on the corner
sweet as the kiss of May you play.
Rain and storm bow to you
vagabond with the sun on your face.
Nothing to hide, the sky by your side,
a gleaming dome.
Gathering falling stars all night long.
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