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Sep 2015
I.
It's different sitting in coffee shops alone
and getting angry
than it used to be.

II.
I've got a voice,
I've realized. Maybe not one
anyone wants to listen to,
but it's a voice
and I can shout and scream and explain.

III.
We think as though there's nothing we can do
and in reality
I'm a bit convinced that's true.

IV.
But holy hell,
I will be ******
if I don't scream.
Steven Muir
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Steven Muir  20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California
(20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California)   
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