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Roses and Wine

I don’t need any flowers

Nor a fine wine

To be complete

I need some kind of acknowledgement

That I have a brain

And not needing a uterus to get ahead

And I don’t need a child to be prefect

Having some one with sticky hands

And a runny nose constantly asking to be change

I have no time to argue

That being ambitious for a woman

Is reason to call me a Lesbian

I don’t need no one’s touch of intimacy

To call me a B*tch

A whore

I want to earn my own life

Without needing any one’s hand

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  1. I like the strength of character display in your poem and not falling for
    what the world deems you should need or do, because all you need is
    acknowledgment that you have a brain and can think for yourself. ❤️

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