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The Girl
She is always in her head they say floating in dreams that were never meant to be.
Her head bowed in a book again.
Escapes to worlds that seemed to never end.
To keep her from the terminal life that she felt she lead.
They thought to keep her chained to this earth again.
Poking and prodding her to no end.
Thinking the scars they left were her bitter end.
They thought you see they had beaten that girl into submission again.
They forgot her words held magic and she would rise further then they had ever thought.
With just a strong stroke of her pen.
She even brought holy men to there knees with a thirst of more knowledge.
You see now what I mean this divinely words of flesh and blood and sin.
Her world has just began.
Now she smiles and works in silence to her own ends.
© Letitia Adams
Her head bowed in a book again.
Escapes to worlds that seemed to never end.
To keep her from the terminal life that she felt she lead.
They thought to keep her chained to this earth again.
Poking and prodding her to no end.
Thinking the scars they left were her bitter end.
They thought you see they had beaten that girl into submission again.
They forgot her words held magic and she would rise further then they had ever thought.
With just a strong stroke of her pen.
She even brought holy men to there knees with a thirst of more knowledge.
You see now what I mean this divinely words of flesh and blood and sin.
Her world has just began.
Now she smiles and works in silence to her own ends.
© Letitia Adams
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