Reflection
My left hand on my belly
asking my conscience
to chill out and enjoy
the precise instant
when I stop relying on boys
as the one and only source
of satisfaction, of pleasure.
A lucky survivor,
once in the depths of despair,
not to be ruled anymore
I do love myself,
I embrace who I am
and today you're gonna learn
I'm not your doll.
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