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it is strange

that to be you

you must talk to others

on how to be you?


or the fact you can't

be you if you have

no one to be you around.


copies of our parents

spiced with culture

roasted with our generation's ideology

Diced with our peers perceptions.


honestly those dishes

hardly ever come out the

way they should.


alas the recipe is yet

to be rewritten.

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