Sometimes my thoughts get ahead of me
Like I'll be thinking one something, and my brain decides
To dwell on why it is the word (clairvoyant)
has such a funny sound to it, and what exactly
(clairvoyant) means.
Or I will sit and ponder
What my life would be like if I were a boy.
It would be a very big shame, for if I were one of
those members of the Y chromosomal club, I would miss out
On looking like my mother, or cracking jokes
About how I can still wear training bras.
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