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I walk across the street, It’s not even dark. Yet he comes closer, and closer, He looks 30 and drunk. I’m 13 and small. Who will they blame?
Among hateful eyes, I live here  For every woman, I want a fair shareMen are superior, they  claim  For showing them the mirror, I am to blameMy life is confined within four wallsI cannot heed my hearts callMy heart does not follow man-made rulesF
you peer savagely leering, strings of pearls dripping from your gaping clamshell mouth like spit spit the words on the back of my legs whistling linger fingers on car horns
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