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Would you like a side of double standards with that?


I don’t know whether to shout being ugly is okay, or that I’m beautiful anyway, because society has taught me I’m wrong in everything I do.

I could come out a sex slave or president and still be shamed or even be blamed by the mouth of ignorance.

People are living to die in this world but I’m dying to live.
I want to live in freedom and justice for all. Somehow we call America home of the brave, we keep saying there’s no room for change, while kids on the street are begging for it in all forms.

Good morning America is on everyday, but not enough people are saying, “Wake up, America.” instead.

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"So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state." Sylvia Plath

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