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Am I not human,
For having the courage,
To stand up,
And embrace who I am?
I am no different from you,
We eat the same food,
Breath the same air,
Is it just because I wear a binder,
He always looks as though he’s tasted something bitter,
so much so that i wonder if the cigarette he lifts to his lips tastes sweet to him.
He smiles at me like he’s holding back tears,
