My toned muscles tense as I sprint down the track,
the burning sensation burning up my calves
is a sense of liberation.
as my feet bounce up and down in rhythm
against
the wind.
I trained tirelessly for nothing but this.
to feel the freedom of the ringing
in my ears as I fly
and I fly past my competitors as my body burns breaths now shallow only the end-line in sight
I am stronger than I ever imagined and more than you could ever comprehend,
and I know the picture painted in your mind is a lad running down the track but I just wanted to remind you,
I am a woman.
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Why should the reader think you are male?
Maybe it's the way you write gives the reader your feminine aura.
true true, its a reply to a comment i received on FB about women
Ah facebook.... thats where demons hide i've been told, where shoulders show off their chips and nice folk pretend not to notice.
Just an observation but, this place beats FB by miles for genuine people.
love love love
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