You Don'T Have My Permission
Won't permit you to make me
Feel less than I am
I'm not to be trampled upon
I'm a queen born with her heart on her sleeve
I'm a soul that burns with the flames of love
I'm immune to hurt
Digested rejection
I sit side by side with you
But you'll never smell fear
I'll look you straight in the eye
And flaunt my good looks
You'll shift uneasily
As your conscience burns at the pyre
You'll scoff in shame
As you realize you've lost
And I've risen beyond your
Scorn and on wings like the bald eagle
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