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She painted her nails red
brushed her hair again
Put more kajal to eyes
let her feet slip into heels
Darkened her lipstick more
pulled her skirt up
Tears welled her eyes
she cried
still not a chick
No one will notice me
never a second glance
why am I cursed
no I never stood a chance
All her trophies seemed to mock her
each of mirror laughing
Reaching for the last straw
she pulled her top down
tears rolled down her eyes
no never a chick
Looking at her was her friend
he called her close
wrapped her in shawl
whispered in her ear
Because you of the greatest kind
born a human, not to a chicken.
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