Born In a Different Right
Legs full of hair...
These people can't bear....
Feminine ones are , which they admire...
So I set to work and started to pare.....
The blades went deep down the skin...
Ouch! I got a cut ....
Was I punished for my sins....?
I ignored the pain and kept on scraping....
But soon blood filled the cut...
It was messy as !!
The foam was dripping into the wound...
But I kept on shaving , thinking the pain would be out soon....
Lying on my bed that night....
All I wished was to be born in a different right...
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