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Jun 2016
It seems to me that I can never get a say in Anything
I was conceived
I was born
And I was raised with out my permission

I was in agonizing pain
Couldn't eat
Couldn't sleep
Could barely even breath
With out my permission

I hit puberty
Felt happy feelings
Felt sad feelings
With out my permission

I was thrown into reality
A "young woman"
No one to love me
With out my permission

So when you ask me what I wanna be...
When you tell me the sky is the limit and you will be my plane
I just have one follow up question
With out my permission is it really my decision?
Written by
Angelica  Oakland California
(Oakland California)   
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