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I am one of them.
You stare,
and are unashamed.
I am
different;
I am
strange;
I am
Other.
You stare,
and see alien nature
staring back.
This flavors your judgement.
As one of them,
I am subject
to different standards,
or so you tell yourself.
Nothing's changed; you are
always
staring
never
caring
because
underneath the clothes I'm wearing
I am
different;
I am
strange;
I am
human.
And that's what scares you most.
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