You must have thought I was Goliath
the way I forced my power on you,
but the truth was always
that I was nothing more
than an ism.
Now the rain comes down tonight
(the thunder as great as my Goliath once was)
and if you could only see me now
you would know
that I am nothing more
than a female lying fetal
on the floor.
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