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DRAMA QUEEN
Born into a dwelling filled with creativity in the air
she breathed it in
it was like blood to her soul
oxygen needed to support her existence
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It was a time when men were men and women were women
little blending of roles
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it did not fit her
it was the wrong size
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She was one that needed to spread her wings
and fly with her talent
Live in a world ful...
Sunday 11th December 2016 1:30 am
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