26. Piracy

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Here ye here ye...

To all the little girls that feel me,

To all the little mommas that feel the pain,

To all the pretty girls that are being devalued like a piece of aged ground beef,

Thrown away after certain seasons,

Don't conform to accept male piracy,

You're too beautiful and worth more to me,

Than the number of stems of the leafs on the branches of all of the trees in the world in all of mother earths forests,

You who are devalued and sucked up from time and then snipped out of energy from life are worth are like the energy in the speed of time that makes the world go around,

Never forget that I love you,

And always remember to love "me".

Don't conform to the piracy.

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