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Jun 2020
Little yellow bird, do you see
How these eyes look at me?

The green ones said I’m worthless.
The blue ones said I’m ****.

I guess in their reflection,
I come from selfish cerebration.

So let’s fly, little yellow bird.
To a kingdom far away ~

Maybe there’ll be acceptance there,
And not vehement condemnation.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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