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Sir.


Sir,
I truly am very sorry to tell you
that the sun does not shine out of your posterior,
that I will not conform to upper-class snobbery
nor will I place frivolous labels upon the mundane.
Pretentious.


Sir,
It is with the utmost regret that I inform you
that I am in fact  a GIRL –
that is sugar, spice and all things nice but also
slugs and snails and puppy dogs tails
and I will not pretend otherwise.
Archaic. 


Sir,
I really do apologise
that you feel the need to treat me different
my head being covered ,
my skin being almond, chestnut, cinnamon –
Prejudiced. Beastly.


But Sir,
I am the face of the future
The mind of the liberated
A body of change
And you will not thwart my flame.
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  1. Anonymous15 September 2017 at 02:43

    Loved this poem contains a lot of emotions and implants a sense of self to the reader and my favorite a dose feminism. Keep up the good work!

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  2. Unknown15 September 2017 at 06:03

    I really like it! You have raw talent and should do more

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