This life is a balancing act
between two separate poles
A delicate dance of harmony
that creates perfect wholes
How do I know
which way to go?
How do I know
which seeds to sow?
Don’t wanna be
plowed down by your wind
Don’t wanna be
enemies in the end
Don’t want you to walk over me
Don’t want to
take more than I need
Don’t want you to think I’m the best
Don’t want to
be treated like less
I just wanna live
my life in the middle
Surrounded by forces
that do not fiddle
I just wanna be
treated with respect
For the person I am
despite my sex
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