Downtown
We hold hands
Yours small
Mine strong
I lead the way
Uneven in heels
You anchor me
Close to the ground.
Close to the ground
Your head and feet
And your commentary
On the everyday street
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the three lessons
while I make myself legible to the world my body, who has only one owner is learning to rebel someone holds the book, another gets to ask ...
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