Run Girl, Run
She wanted to be a man in disguise
Paid right
Total autonomy of her body
She wanted to be a dandelion
To fly freely
To be blown into the world
She wanted to be rich
An executive of a business
A dazzling array of shoes
She wanted to be the President
Have her name on treaties
Rule the world
But, he refused to be her supporter
So, instead, she ran
Run girl, run
She sprung herself into the glass ceiling—
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