Dig a dagger, deep into my chest
I bleed in red, just like you.
Hit me with sticks and stones
I bruise in blue and black and the colour of
the berries, just like you.
I love children, people, food, places
just like you.
If all this ties us together, how come you
get privileges I don't?
Ho
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