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The Eight

On this cold and lonely March day
I am still wishing for an easier way
I walk out the door filled with pride
I do what it takes to gain my stride
I wear lipstick and sweet perfume never looking for a strife
but just in case, I pack a loaded gun and a very sharp knife
She, Her, and Hers are my hard fought pronouns
I am a fierce Transgender woman with no bounds
passing through countless dreary ghost towns
fending off bigotry, hate and thirsty Hell hounds

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