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Nightingale May 2018
Do you own it?
You reak of testosterone
An air of rightfulness
Lingers behind
As you walk

Do you own it?
This world we live in
Was it woven only to accommodate your inflated ego?

Deep down I resent you
You males
Walking around chest high
Hands banging
Monkeys in suits
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