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May 2018
How wrong of me
to spit
and swear
and wear pants.
How wrong of me
to ball
and bleed
and sweat.
Hushed voices,
such a shame.
How bout you bring it
to my face *****?
Isn’t it terrible!
She’s all *****.
Isn’t it horrific!
She looks like a mess.
My daughter always
is prim and proper,
and she is a filthy
wannabe
man.
Well excuse me ma’am!
Sorry the dress doesn't fit
and the make up isn't my shade
and the heels are uncomfortable.
Just because I don’t look
all prim and proper
doesn’t mean anything.
I’m still a ******* lady.
Sylveen
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Sylveen  23/F/California, USA
(23/F/California, USA)   
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