You may say words so dark
You may cut with words sharp
You may all act like a sheep
But I can be the girl who reap

You can laugh at me all
You can point out when I fall
You comment when I am far
But I'll shine like a star

You may question my strength 
You May question my hair length 
You may all act like a creep
But as I shine you will peep

You may pun at my cry 
You don't see when I try 
You throw restrictions like pebbles 
But as I rise I will rebel
 
You may have all the respect 
You may have all the freedom in fact 
You may hold back when I lead
But I'll grow being a seed 

You may criticize without wage
You may spit your fragile rage 
You may be very great and prime
But I'm precious as ticking time

You may shatter me all again 
But your efforts are all in vain 
You may put my dreams in a cage
But Have some shame, you stab teenagers.

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