she
cracks like a whip and
stings like pinwheel
he
sounds familiar but
my voice is too deep
high pitch, long stretch
far
to reach
they
gather, individuals
pit patter on lone
some roof tops
screech like car tires
coming to a halt
that else no one would hear
on gravel
dirt roads
those are the ones i chose here
just to see
different colors of my gender
on any given day
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