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fore bidden

ByKymberlee

FORE
now so
vulnerable
our diversity being
ignored
entitlement reigns
(rains)

evidence-
science-
based
(base)

//drop
the
bass
808
33″
not
45
in
your
face//

my transgendered
son
once a fetus
now
burgeoning
manhood
facing future
(not forbidden)

welcomed
bidden
(prayed for)
received
loved

bright
sun
(son)
future
BIDDEN

My response to 45’s “forbidden” words.  Fuck that.

Check out this bit of guerrilla art:  Love it!

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