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Manifesting for CC3 I’m delusional

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Nothing hurts like this

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When I was younger, my mother held my hand

She explained the things I didn’t understand

Now that I’m older, that isn’t the case

I am alone with problems I never knew I would face

Those who don’t understand autonomy or anatomy

Create the rules that bind me

They have deemed that life begins upon fertilization

Obviously, they never received a proper education

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The misinformed reign supreme,

Screaming that the right to my body is obscene

They begin to force ‘God’s will’ upon the masses

Creating a further seperation of the classes

I watch as blatant ignorance unfolds,

Removing the standards America was meant to uphold

As separation of church and state seems to be damned

I’m left wishing there was someone to hold my hand

start while you’re still despite the earth hurtling backwards in time because any moment now it’ll be 1970 1960 1950 and maybe this is where you should start: while you’re standing side by side with your grandmother at your age a picket sign in her hand and an iphone in yours both hands raised in protest over the same thing maybe it doesn’t matter where you start so long as you understand understand that nothing you say will be groundbreaking or even unique understand that you should say it anyway understand that the sun will shine and it’ll feel wrong that it’s such a beautiful day while the world is going up in flames understand that you will wake up tomorrow to another beautiful day while the world still burns and maybe nothing you say will stop the burning or stop the hurting but maybe you need to say it anyway maybe it feels pointless to start here or there or anywhere but i still think you should start but i still think you need to use your words dear god, please use your words they will be your greatest weapon in a time of war