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Mar 2017
queer and tatted.
always running
from
my shadow.

but SHE
stopped chasing me
some time ago.

a ******.
maybe.
that's something
i can be.

yet, i cannot bare
to stomach
what you'll call me.

dare to call me
a woman...
or a ******,
i'll ******* up real quick.

bet you thought you
were funny.

bet you thought you
were slick.

truth is,
you just make me sick.
because
you're
just
a
*******
bigot.
ellis danzel
Written by
ellis danzel  Bloomington, Indiana
(Bloomington, Indiana)   
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