Owning Herself

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She’d own it,
because it was hers,
because it was her.
Self was self,
was her life.
She’d own it all.

She was multiple women within.

She’d own all she was.
Let someone else,
try and change her.
Just let them try.

let them change themselves.

She was too busy.
She was owning
her identity.

©September 2020
Christina Anne Hawthorne


About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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