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So what Might I ask  Makes us boys And girls   Why can't we just be us? Why must we be male, female, straight, gay...
What is a girl? What is a boy?   You may simply answer The gender you were born as Or your clothes       your looks
on a time when i was dumb on a time when i was different 2016 summe5 i found out who i was when they endorsed pride month i stole something
Why am I scared of being me You'll never know what it's like to be Someone that only Sees hatred and bigotry Towards a person like me A person of my sexuality   Murdered on the street
My name is Aurora, and you probably know my classic tale, But what if I was to tell you that in the end it failed?   It started when a fifteen-year-old I Touched a spindle and nearly died  
America, the brave? More like America the Slave. Founded on the oppression Of millions, and millions. Our ideals of freedom are only for those
Messy, Daylight, Fences     She learned to love her, yes she did In those few minutes and few weeks It wasn't love strain'd (maybe Shakespeare'd understand) And it wsasn't love beow the belt
my mouth opens,
Gray business doesn't seem to matter,
Since I'm destined to be a coffee ground, I want to be fertilizer.   I don't exist in your bookshops or museums. I don't have a place on your TVs or radios. You'll never hear about me.
The crown held high upon my head The pain I feel in my heart as I look out  The Kingdom before me filled with dread I hear a man in the crowd shout   "Where is our Queen?"  
A human body is made up of trillions of cells Those cells form together to make people People vary in size from babies the size of a hand To still growing adults above eight feet tall
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