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do you remember the first day your eyes started bleeding? i know i cant ...my eyes bled through and my sights all wrong so my sense of it all is fogged. i cant even understand myself with all theese poems on my tounge... saliva tainted with poise and grace, mind spolied by the knowledge of your acts... "be brave be true be blonde with eyes of blue... be daring be bold wear his sweater and pretend your cold... be tough and without sin... be tall and always thin... be seen in silence , love your man through all his violence..." comands of the people who see you only for what is between you legs... demands of society... now hear my demands... be proud be feirce be informned, secure and be without any doubt... be woman...