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Whether it be an entrepenuer or street vendor, It's up to you to decide your gender, But to the people around you, It's not so easy, Sometimes you're clueless, it's true, And the stress makes you queasy.
As I grew up I always knew The subtle power of having two Differing chromosomes that is
I don’t know whether to shout being ugly is okay, or that I’m beautiful anyway, because society has taught me I’m wrong in everything I do.
As a daffodil, she’s rooted downin dirt and defecation, reflecting sunshine only when her branches are severed
“In giving you away, I have given you the gift of life.” I placed you on the top step. I kissed your forehead and wrapped the corners of the blanket around your chin.