Note: I decided to stop writing in a way that suits the style on this platform. I write spoken word. Maybe you’ll hear my voice and flow when you read it ❤️
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It’s irkin me
That my daughter will be taught
That Kylie’s lips are real
Only for me to have to re-educate her
It’s irkin me that
Somehow we are back to corsets
But this time it’s our choice....
Is it?
That my value is determined by
The ability for my individuality to
Conform
Where is the peace?
This chaos we’re allowing
Is irkin me
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
Note: I decided to stop writing in a way that suits the style on this platform. I write spoken word. Maybe you’ll hear my voice and flow when you read it ❤️
—————
It’s irkin me
That my daughter will be taught
That Kylie’s lips are real
Only for me to have to re-educate her
It’s irkin me that
Somehow we are back to corsets
But this time it’s our choice....
Is it?
That my value is determined by
The ability for my individuality to
Conform
Where is the peace?
This chaos we’re allowing
Is irkin me
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