August dribbles - 3


They tell me I’m not who I am; I can’t be me anymore. They dress me up and smile and say how cute, but cute’s a babbie; I’m a lad. They march me out so everyone can look; picture’s on Facebook; Look at me and smile; not-me, not smiling, sad.

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