CUT.

"Cut it""Cut it"Words said in the back of my head."just cut it""Who cars if they find out, Its your body."My eyes glued to my scissors."Pick them up and cut it, You know you want to."My hart pounds and a pit swarms in my guts."Its your body not there's just pick up the scissors and cut it!"No mater what my brain screams my body wont do it.Too scared, Too ashamed.Why can't I just be normal.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

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