September

September 1st:

A day I desire,

I strive at the spires.

Though, it's nothing too special,

And it may be a lot to dishevel.

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I have many upcoming plans,

To achieve over my life span.

First things first,

I'm going to change my self-worth.

Secondly speaking,

I'm tired of always being weak.

My plan involves confidence,

There's no need to stay anonymous.

Finally, it's time to put myself to the test;

My independence will be expressed at my best,

It will impress and bless the contest.

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I want to express my powerful voice,

Singing by choice.

I desire dancing in the dark,

But I want to go to the top of the hierarch.

Dance like I don't care;

Hair flowing in the air,

Having them stare like I'm a fiery flare.

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I want to act,

I want to attract a pact.

I don't want my life hijacked,

Or business attacked.

I want to enjoy every moment,

I'd hate to deal with a negative opponent.

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However, I'm not giving up my knowledge,

I'm not done on that edge...

Call me Lady Gaga, because of my glory,

This is my story.