Poetry
She.
Kash Baloch·August 17, 2017·Original
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She walks with her head held higher

than the skyscrapers that kiss the sky.

Finally able to live her truth,

her hazel eyes have no more glitter tears to cry.

Sometimes strangers can be crude,

but often they just seem surprised.

Her name and identity give her strength,

and fill her with such pride.

“Finally able to live her truth,”

— She.

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