Chyna
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Category : Poems
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My infantility was so blue
Just like the sky that held my future.
I wore the color well
As I did so beautifully
From the oceans I cried, though
A world may not not agree.
Be a man, they said.
The moment came in force.
Then, I unlearned catastrophes,
long after I had my first drink.
Nevermind what they said.
I wept blue and flexed pink.
