He thinks he’s funny when I say no, and he does it anyway

I want to be equal, but it’s crystal that I need his permission to do it

We only know the things we are taught

Who was the twisted teacher that said I’m an object to be revered or reviled instead of a person just like him?

How loud the noise must be in his head

All the voices that say





But my name is mine

Those others were used by self deluding liars

Who have to label me to make real

(c) J.A. Brown, Storyteller October 11, 2016

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