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Mar 2019
Iā€™m the reason my things get done
With a willpower more powerful than a gun
I slave for myself for most of the day
Yet sometimes others get in my way

These others, I bless them, for how could I go on
Through the trifling days without a smile
Or a hug, perhaps a gift of hospitality, or a song
A sweet gift to last me the while

I sit at home, fiddling for myself before I get weary
I think of the others who enhance my story
Who give me rides, or boost my joy,
The simplest things that mean so much more

More than a fortune, or fame, or remembrance
Yet they lead me to strive for my dreams
I keep the others as close as can be
For they treat me so kind, with endless acceptance

The spirits they give carry me to endless
Messes of my dreams and goals in the end
I bless them with all I can give
For they deserve to succeed

I work for myself, my wealth, and my health
Yet when the others treat me so kind
It is only in my best mind
To work my best for them as well
Written by
King  17/Transgender Male
(17/Transgender Male)   
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