I can't hear a word you say.
I don't care anymore.
For I am Independent,
A warrior,
A queen.
I do not listen to hateful words,
As I am the bigger person.
For I am strong,
A fighter,
A survivor.
Don't even try and bring me down
Since you wont gain anything.
For I am myself,
Me.
No-one else.
What type of poem would this be?
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