If one inconsequential being
Had power for the day
To change the wrongs that she is seeing
By having said her say

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Was I were an ostrich
It’s only sand I’d see
I’d neither know the beauty
Nor the stinging of a bee

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Until you’ve walked my journey in my shoes, don’t judge me
And you never will because my shoes don’t fit you

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Individual in creation
Constantly changing
Remaining same in self
Bearing all

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