equalopportunity
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As the mirror taunts me
With kinked brown locks
And weary hazel eyes
That forever scrutinize,
Pale skin glares back,
Blinding in the morning rays.
“Paper White”
I used to call it,
Dream a little dream of me
Dream that one day we all can be
The same, with equal opportunity
Come on Don John, don’t be a jerk
After all, we just want to work
Average. Normal. Nothing.
Invisible. Wallflower.
Silent.
Passion quelled, pooling in hidden reserves.
Opionions held, restrained without words.
