Imprinted, upon every member of society from early childhood on
There is no way of escaping
You have been programmed
To remember - you are less of a person than those around you
should I feel anyless of a woman, a living human being because of the way that I Look
Or the way that I Talk
Or the way that I Walk
Or any other way that I behave....
It took me 9 years to build up the courage to look into the mirror and be satified with what I saw
It took another 9 for me to be able to love what I see today...
So who are you to tell me that I am less
Nothing or even a something because I lack the
Look and the Moral
Maybe its you who needs to learn to behave...
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