Contradictions. Gross.
They say I look just like you
And I know that it is completely true
They say for me to make my own desicions
Not to let them make it for you
So why can’t they accept my voice?
My voice so young
My voice so sweet
My voice full of equality
My voice lacking defeat
So why can’t they accept my choice?
My choice to be me
My choice to be free
My choice to go against everybody
My choice to be unlike anybody.
They’re liars, haters, and unknown slayers
They’re liars, haters, and unknown slayers
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