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Oct 2020
I met a man today
He looked me up and down and said
“Well aren’t you the finest little lady I’ve seen?”
I smiled and laughed, as forced as it was,
But quickly continued on my way, because—
He must have been crazy, seeing things maybe—
From my sweats to my ugly, can’t he see I value safety?
Penguin Poems
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Penguin Poems  18/F/United States
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     Imran Islam, --- and Cloudydaze
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