In the tapestry of life, I find my voice,

To break the chains and make my choice,

I am not a toy, a puppet to play,

But a soul that yearns to pave its own way.

You may seek amusement, a game to play,

But I am not an object to cast away,

Within my depths, a fire burns bright,

For I am the master of my own light.

In words unspoken and dreams untamed,

My spirit soars, unbridled and unclaimed,

No longer confined by society's mold,

My worth and purpose, I boldly unfold.

I refuse to dance to your shallow tune,

For I am the composer, the maestro in bloom,

With pen in hand, I craft my own tale,

A symphony of courage that will prevail.

Do not reduce me to mere adornment,

For I am a force, a soul of ascent,

I transcend the limits you try to impose,

For I am not a toy, but a bloom that grows.

So hear my words, with passion and grace
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​As I reclaim my power, and choose my own pace,

I am not a toy for your entertainment,
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But a soul that defies, with fierce determination.

Writer's Statement: ​This piece is the story of a girl finding her worth and knowing that she is not just somebody's pawn in a game anymore.