If I was You

August 17, 2017

Gus-gus, that is my name,

yet, these women call me disgusting,

only because they have seen my skin,

not my heart,

not my soul,

not me,

Gus-gus, that is my name,

yet, only one women will call me so,

only because she knows my heart, soul, and me,

not just my skin,

not just my tail,

not just a "rat'.

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