I wrote this poem in December of 2021.

Trying desperate to break into an industry
that’s not at all meant for me
feels risky, foolish, and almost stupid
but still I try
and write and write and write
because my words are important
for young and immigrant woman to see
and for my comrades in insanity to experience
and for heart broken souls to find
written words about love, sadness, and strife
is the purpose of my life

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