The shame they cast won’t hold any weight.
How can they judge without standing in your shoes?
Friends can trace the mirrors edge.
Reflections shape our own design.
Chipping away outside perspective.
Reminding yourself you’re only human.
Silenced by indignant cries.
Talking heads spewing venom.
(Inconsistent arguments with no experience)
Sick of tracing these handouts
The models have changed
Their views stayed the same
Sick of tracing these handouts
Their privilege is to never know
What it’s like to make this choice,
To have them ripped from your hands.
What it’s like to make this choice,
To let them go and be this crestfallen.
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