you call me a girl
like I am not a galaxy
but within me is the cradle
of a billion worlds
and I will fail and collapse in on
and I will crumble and break
and I will fall and explode
and I will cry and scream
and then
oh science knows very well that
I will gather up my broken pieces and
sweep up all my atoms and
collect my elements
and I will recreate myself in the
image of
the goddess I am
and this will invariably crush
the very thing
that broke me to begin with
and I will burn and consume
and I will shine and blind
and I will blaze and create
and I will walk down the street
with fire
in my eyes
and the universe
in my veins
you may call me a girl

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