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Crawling
Crawling
Falling
For they are calling
I plea for society
To look at me
Us
There is no trust
But lust took from us
A part of our trust
See what's inside of me
I shake
About to break
As sweat rolls down my face
Oh, how could I be born into this human race
For they have never seen my face
Little by little
I stand
As one man
Not even do I have a plan
But here
Not queer
Do I stand
So you see a little side of me
It is sweet destiny
Not pretty, you see
For it has conceived that which was not from virginity
So you see that which feeds
Inside
Of our society.
©
bigray
1999
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