IN THE RACE WITH BROKEN HEART



My eyes are wet,
Yet my legs still dance,
Running the race
With a broken heart.

Born a child,
Known as a woman,
Claimed as equal,
Yet judged as weak.

Raised by rules,
Sheltered by walls,
A pillow of tears,
Nights without sleep, filled with fear.

I long to fly
On broken wings,
Yet still I rise—
And here I stand.

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