Who is she to think
that she can get away with this,
it's not like a blink.
Who is she to be
special without me,
for l am the one who holds the gold.
Who is she to tell me
what to do,
and how to do it.
l think she is just trying to control
who l am,
but she will not get the best of
who l am.
l do think much of her
but she needs,
to realize
l am not her,
just a me
l am.
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