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Whose ever idea I was - thank you. Whether I be born of hate or love. A mistake, I’m sure I was not.

Imagine a time when there weren’t mirrors; when a calm pond, on a clear afternoon, in a forest clearing, told you what you looked like, once a y..

Those aren’t jelly fish, They are plastic bags; That’s not a coral reef; It’s a heap of trash, replacing anemones; clown fish ..

I always had a little more Jesus in me than Pharisee; A little more Buddha than ol’ King Koopa; A little more back roads than interstate; A l..

I was esteemed By my colleagues Until I espoused God Save the Queen; Next came screams As they took cracks At my knees and Hold of my throat,..

Dogs bark, Charge and yelp; An unknown Gypsy caravan Passes by Racism Slumbering In its village; They play music To pacify Stars above, W..

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