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Poetry
Attention
Anonymously
Attention. One thing I've always wanted,
But even asking it makes me feel daunted
They see me, but never the interior
Always making me feel inferior
To them I'm just the backup daughter
Feeling always like an imposter
They laugh at me, discourage me, but never support me
For once, I want to hear,"we are proud of you baby"
But all I hear is disappointment
Making me feel failure by the moment
I try to work harder
But all I hear is, your sister is smarter
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