it makes me wonder
sometimes
if it is just the lack of luck
or a bad hand when chosing
the persistent hope
the never-dying wish
the ever-growing frustration.
but this voice is wrong
they want to taint me
poison me
make me insecure.
I have it all in my hands and in my heart
I have a voice that becomes more mine each day
and I have hair which can change
when I need to change.
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