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Mar 2015
They don't care
We're just a thing they stare
Big curves, no brains
They think we're all the same
What we think, what we believe
They will never care to see
Our names are simplified to babe
Our beauty becomes our face
Our ideas go to waste
Our work gets shut away
In our homes, no way to claim
The wages we deserve
Because we are just a thing
To tame
Until time continues to change
Miss E
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Miss E
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