anonymous girl316 Poems

There are holes in my armour
When you strike that place of pain
I try to patch it up as best I can
I've got a patch here that says 'I'm good at my job'
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Suddenly I'm taller when you walk with me
I don't hide in the shadows of the conversation
I was practically a whisper before
But you brought my voice out as if I was the solo act
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Today I stepped forward, well just with my tippy toes and thought that perhaps things could be different.

I wrote the letter
I sent the email
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