She gently removed the color off her lips.
The kohl was left untouched.
As she peeled her mask, she thought about her day.
She was used to being ogled at.
Her oblong ear hoops did the trick.,
Suddenly she wondered if she was right enough.
Just then, a few pages of her work blew in the wind.
She ran to collect them.
Even if no one read them, forget publishing, she would write.
She knew she was born to write.
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