She Never Learned

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She was so concerned about being
A good girl to her parents,
A good mother to her children,
A good wife to a husband,
A good cog in the machine,
That she never learned
To just be…
Be herself,
Know herself,
Not as a woman,
Or as a person even,
But as a universe
Of endless possibilities…

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