You are not me
I am brown
My hips are broad,
And the clothes you make
Don't fit me
I become a
'Misfit'
Not because I am,
But for you say so
Don't I me
When you pen your books
You are not me
I have my own voice
Two hands to write
Your words distort me
And alienate me from my place
I become a
'Misfit'
Not because I am
But for you mark so
Don't 'I' me
For I can
'I' myself
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