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Ridicule

I try to prove to you
that I am who I am.

But there I go again
Opening my mouth and being myself.

So you put me in my place,
The bathroom to cry and empty inside.

So now I don’t speak, in fear of getting hurt.
But you still find a way to show me I’m wrong.

Ridiculed speech, ridiculed silence.
Ridiculed existence.

-A.M.

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