Twenty-two.

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I was raised to be submissive
To fall at feet of others
To obey their every word
To bow my head and shut my mouth lest I offend.

I was raised to bite my tongue
To ignore the abuse others inflicted on me
To allow people to use me as they pleased
To sit still and be their little doll.

I was told to act like a lady
To wear skirts and sit up straight
To smile and be polite to everyone
To do as I was told.

I got tired of being everyone's perfect pet
Of being their release
Of being what everyone told me to be
Of being unable to speak my mind.

I stopped being submissive to their desires
Stopped biting my tongue
Stopped acting like a lady
And started being myself.

I started being loud and speaking out
Started standing up for myself and others
Started getting dirty and liking how the grease looked on my cheeks
Started being undeniably myself.

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