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My Rights


My rights are my rights/ got infinite time to put up a fight/ going through the system/ listen to your mther respect your father/ dont speak out/ dont stand tall/ fit the mold of the kid that will work till they get to old/ my dream job unattain able all because i like boys instead of girls or girls instead of boys/ dont feel like a girl dont quite fit as a boy/ i just want to pursue this happyness promised me/ where is the liberty/ i want to speak out scream loud for all to hear "I'M HERE, I'M ME, I WANT TO BE A DOCTOR A LAWYER, YOUR KIDS TEACHER" / dont discriminate just beacease i dont fit your mold/ i know my rights
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