They sat across from each other The little girl and the scared boy
I’d like you to grow a beard so that when you whisper in my ear the bristles chafe against my cheek
At times I lie here under quilted half sleep I think of your cobbled madness tucked into alleyways of rogue tourists
Go forth and bring peace to the world they told us Yours are the voices Your hearts will set things straight (as if in its crookedness we are falling off the planet, us unsung heroines)
I believe each person is equal let’s not deceive ourselves by creating differences then say
Boys don't cry and girls don't speak loudly.
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