Happy pride!
In celebration, I made a poem. It's also my entry for the competition in school!
Enjoy!
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Mother, forgive me, I'm killing your daughter
& cutting his teeth on a masculine noun.
I am both the victim & the tool of the slaughter
Call him your pretty boy. Pin his wrists down.
When I'm reborn among roses & curses
The boy in my ribcage is wearing a crown.
He's inside my body, he's writing these verses-
I call him pretty boy. I pin him down.
Make me a menace, & let me get angry,
My past is a corpse in a heap on the ground
Let me get bloody. I need.im hungry.
Call me your pretty boy. Pin my wrists down.
They say that happiness is a choice,
So what if i change my look and train my voice?
I'm sorry your daughter is long gone and dead,
But please help your son with the things in his head.
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Be gay and do crime my friends, and stay safe!
