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LIKE ME NOT

Like me not if you want me to  be the girl who I am not
"Like me not if you promise to fight me "
For the beauty and assets  I give thanks to the Al mighty,,but why force me to be with a man yet my feelings are for some certain girl

Like me not you hypocrites,,, you only love the rainbow as an assurance that it will rain no more,, but diss me for choosing the rainbow flag as part of my identity. I cant change who I am,,but I can change the friends I keep.
I know no family if all you think that being straight is falling in love with the opposite sex
I know no friends if straight to you is not only being good to the society,,why does who I like be the basis of how you judge me?

Ye Stereotypes and straight jacket thinkers,, I draw no inspiration from anywhere,,I let not the dictates of the society define me. You are fast to say that men are dogs but also judge when I give my heart to a fellow girl. Ye people of little faith and fake love I refuse to be part of you. I refuse to eat from the same plate with you. Let me die of hunger then so you can talk good about me when I die.

*Cry Of the girl child🏳‍🌈*
*Doluh Words*

© *2018**LIKE ME NOT*

Like me not if you want me to  be the girl who I am not
Like me not if you cant promise to fight me not
For the beauty and assets  I give thanks to the Al mighty,,but why force me to be with a man yet my feelings are for some certain girl

Like me not you hypocrites,,, you only love the rainbow as an assurance that it will rain no more,, but diss me for choosing the rainbow flag as part of my identity. I cant change who I am,,but I can change the friends I keep.
I know no family if all you think that being straight is falling in love with the opposite sex
I know no friends if straight to you is not only being good to the society,,why does who I like be the basis of how you judge me?

Ye Stereotypes and straight jacket thinkers,, I draw no inspiration from anywhere,,I let not the dictates of the society define me. You are fast to say that men are dogs but also judge when I give my heart to a fellow girl. Ye people of little faith and fake love I refuse to be part of you. I refuse to eat from the same plate with you. Let me die of hunger then so you can talk good about me when I die.

*Cry Of the girl child🏳‍🌈*
*Doluh Words*

© *2018*

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