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I look at her reflection
and I weep
A newly defined slave
What does it profit her
To be patient?
She is ignored
She sleeps by a stranger
Angered by her acceptance of his indifference
Rationalizing is not enough
What a pity
To die
Having never lived!

by Barbara Randall Clark

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