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Apparently, I was born wrong But I'm not the only one 50% of the world was too We all share the same defect Because of it, our thoughts are shoved below We are not supposed to speak
A porcelain girl inside this world is trapped with hate but filled with love. All is against her, for the light is pure and good The dark is death and evil.
When we were little We were told to wear this and act like that. To brush our hair and smile, To hold ourselves high, And ask for help when needed.
The winter has been hard and long. It lasted for many years, So many the nation forgot to hope for spring. Or no longer believed in it. But some still did.
(America Poem) a Quartet of horse-Men/Women/People/Children of Apathetic Apocalypse! and redemption-
part one: IAMIAMIAM, or Is this how you think? I am trying to understand 1.1: the moderate I dressed my baby!*
You say I am a woman, I am not fit to rule, But I have been ruling over this kingdom As long as I’ve been alive.
To all the little girls out there, who don’t like to be told what to wear or how to behave That like their hair short, and don’t mind to be called ‘tomboy’ And don’t like to play with dolls, so they have other toys.
As a teenage girl, growing up in