She took her book
And sat down the look
To read one by one
In betwixt the lines
She was at least somebody
Because she was then
A hardworking girl
In a weakened class
Of mediocre and jokers.
She who once lost hope
Of her life and turned
To be a wheel barrow
Of the rotten words of men
Transporting them
From the great unknown
To her mind
As vital bread
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Very nice! A girl who needs your vision of her perfection, exactly as she is