• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 04
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Who Are They Anyway?

They said you must be gold. Must want the avarice of elegance. Understated awaiting of riches of anything.

They said silver is still attached to the mines, to the dirt of miners.

They said you are chic, they said you have the right teeth.

They said you cannot have two voices.

They said Coral is more sophisticated than Fuschia poised as a rocket to ask for it.

They said the smears are your shame.

They said you are blurred as a person.

As a woman.

They said your different voices cannot speak together.

They were wrong.