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Reflection

What is this?
I don't recognize this feeling
I'm not afraid
Of what tomorrow holds
I'm not ashamed of me
I'm actually feeling...
Quite bold.
Vibrant
Alive
And dare I say free
What is this?
Who is this?
I know now
That's me!
That's my smile
My laugh
Did I just bat my eyes?
That's my confidence
My joy
That's my pride
Been a long time coming
This reflection of me
Gone is that little girl
Of timidity
So I'll strut
Sashay
While these heels click
Pause
Smile and wink
Cuz I'm a brand new chick.

😉

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