Are we so brave to find ourselves
Laughing and mocking with skin connecting
Us in places with such terrible weight?
I found out too late that I'd lost
The bet I put down on reason, and a
Kind of virginity would be payment of debt.
Are we so empty to glorify phrases that
Give value to mere words and then
Turn to fight for men without blood?
I went to a doctor to get my life straight
But he said I was crooked for a noble cause
And what was better than being a doll?
Are we so tall that we tower like a
Braindead Goliath that won't look down or
Left or right to heal a man with burning skin?
I shed a tear to welcome in some strange
Men who should resent but don't pretend.
Because who could fear a dying star?
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