My mind

Sometimes it is like the morning hue

Sometimes it is like the chimney fleu

Don’t judge me…because my mind is never at rest

Instead help me…to heal at ease

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Hello

There she goes again

Passing by my window

Should I say hello?

Or should I let her pass by

Like I have done my whole life

Unbroken

You can use your hands to hit me

You can use your hands to violate me

But you can never use your hands to break my spirit

Dolls vs. Guns

So mother dear

You want to raise me as a boy

And not let me play with the dolls

Would you rather not have me play with dolls

Than with real guns

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