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What is the best I can hope for? A seat at the table with those who look down upon me? If I speak and dress eloquently I will somehow be acceptable?
Hello. I say with a smile on my face Because their gaze is in search Of all my stereotypical mistakes Before I even make them.
The first time I was catcalled I was 14 years old, wide-eyed and terrifiedRiding my bike home in the cold,My suburban oasis was merely a mirage