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We’re separated, treated like toys. We’re confisticated, they think they’re one of the higher boys. To be so stereotypical, is nothing to be proud about. To be so hypocritical, is something you shouldn’t carry out. We cry for justice, in need of help. We can't ride on busses. all we do now is yelp. We can’t drink water at just any fountain they think they’re higher than the tallest mountain. We can’t eat food at just any counter but they don’t realise they’re just regular old towners. We’re like people who by law, are supposed to feel left out. So many mistakes and flaws, need to be fixed, no doubt.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
My Rights (Womens)
We’re separated, treated like toys. We’re confisticated, they think they’re one of the higher boys. To be so stereotypical, is nothing to be proud about. To be so hypocritical, is something you shouldn’t carry out. We cry for justice, in need of help. We can't ride on busses. all we do now is yelp. We can’t drink water at just any fountain they think they’re higher than the tallest mountain. We can’t eat food at just any counter but they don’t realise they’re just regular old towners. We’re like people who by law, are supposed to feel left out. So many mistakes and flaws, need to be fixed, no doubt.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
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