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As I sit there listening to them talk,
I wonder am I good enough,
To be apart of this family,
That no longer know who I am,
Or what I have become,
A female apart of Humanity that is no longer understood,
As a child we learn about love,
between a woman, a man and the sun.
Pure and sweet as a dove,
oh what a sick pun.
No one taught me that song,
I learned it on my own.
Now you claim I am wrong?
It's a sinful inferno that blazes higher and higher,
it takes a toll on my heart,
it nearly tears me apart.
People see angel wings,
I only see other things
like acid laced lips and,
