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Crawling
Falling
For they are calling
I pray for society to look at me
Us
For there is no trust
But lust took from us
A part of our trust
See what is inside of me
I shake
About to break
As sweat rolls down my face
How could I be born into this human race
For they have never seen my face
Little by little
I stand
As one man
Not even do I have a plan
But here
Not queer, do I stand
So you see a little side of me
It is sweet
Destiny
Not pretty, you see
For it has conceived that which was not from virginity
So you see that which feeds
Inside
Of our society
