The Original View
Brave's poise, saunter, swagger, and strut.
Just second nature,
not petite, nor femme.
That is the way.
The first look deceives,
does it hide within.
Trapped by the boundaries
of this state I live in.
Uncouth is okay.
Who is to say?
He or she?
Who is right.
True only to the one.
Screaming to break free..
Some read the signs
right or wrong.
They conclude on first sight.
How hard to invert the sign.
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