I am a member of society. A daughter. A sister. A cousin. A niece. I am an intellectual. A writer. A poet. A student of the mind and of words. I am a feminist. A freedom fighter. A believer in what is right and fair. I am a broken soul, made up of tiny fragments that form one whole. I am a lover, a hater, a sinner and a saint. I am a queen, a commoner, made of diamonds but bear no weight. I am a teacher, a preacher, I talk and I complain. I bear the world in my mind and yet still remain sane. I am so much more than this, the point at which I begin but tell me, please tell me, where do I fit in?
Is it the kitchen, where my fragile body is fed or the bedroom, where I rest my tired head? Is it the classroom, where knowledge is imparted or is it with pen and paper, where my thoughts become free and mind unguarded? It is the open fields and valleys, where my soul is free to run wild or is it in the heart of my unborn child? Tell me, please tell me, where do I fit in?
Do I fit your description of beauty untamed or do I look like just another lost soul, roaming without aim. Do I seem strong or is it all an act? Can I ever truly look forward and never look back? Am I a boxed image or have I begun to break free? Where, oh where do I fit in, would you please just tell me.
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