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Oct 2020
I may be beaten down and mildly insane
Some nights my demons seem nigh inescapable
But never will I call myself broken again
Broken's for prop'rty, I own myself unbreakable

You view my ilk with disdain, call me a lost cause
But our value lies in the things you can not see
How we uphold our community without pause
I am only lost if you believe you own me

People think they can take my dignity away
As though their authority is what holds the key
Even through mockery, social stigma, and pain
My honor, wit, and strength all come from within me
I just used the apostrophes to make some words fit better in a 12 syllable line. Hopefully it's not super confusing.
Written by
Charlie Rose  21/Gender Fluid/Delaware
(21/Gender Fluid/Delaware)   
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