Now poverty is on my door step next to the roosters and I can't look in your eyes. Walking a thin line as two different worlds collide all inside my heart. And I think I got it figured but I have to jump in, because even in an air conditioned theater I can get comfortable. I live in a world that scares me, sometimes. And people wear masks, but not just for keeping out the pollution. There is barbwire but where are the cows? Culture shocked by what I have always known, what is me. And I still want to wear mascara.
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