Trans
There is a facade, a thing you don't see
But here we're all stuck on "he" or "she"
And forget there is more than that to me.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world
There is a facade, a thing you don't see
But here we're all stuck on "he" or "she"
And forget there is more than that to me.
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