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I'm writing even though I have a fuck ton of homework to do.
I can't help it, she is stuck on my mind.
So let me tell you about the girl who doesn't let me eat out of tupaware, to her the food is prepared and plated with love.
My moms sent me an email and said read it and do what I do best which is telling the truth.
See I’m only 20 and I love to spit the truth because I make people think about something that they thought they already knew.
Society judges me like the God I don't believe in
My mother smiles at me warm and comforting
My friends congrat me but the meaning is empty
The are congratulating something they see as trending
PrejudiceHateSo wrongWhat gives you the rightTo decide who I love?What gives you the rightTo detest me for my differences?What tells you that it's okayYou tell me I'll never be loved
Every hour of
Every day through
All the years
One question twirled through
My mind
What am I?
And on the
Twelfth hour of
A random day I
