We’re like trees…and their leavesWe are beautiful until we’re notWhen the yellowish tinge gets our slotWe look at the swaying vibrancy of the youngThe respectable names hit us like beautiful insults“Auntie, Madam, MaUncle, Mister, Pa” The respectful manners fall on us like lovely assaultsBeing offered seats when busses are fullBeing offered help when your muscles […]
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