please do not tell me that "women are privileged in every sense of the word" when they have to work twice as hard as men to get certain jobs.
do not look me in the eyes and say "this is a perfect world" when people with the blood of many on their hands still plot and scheme.
i refuse to let you tell me "you're safe here" in a crowd of strangers when one could be plotting the untimely demise of the entire gathering.
i will not let it slide if you tell me "men need to contain their emotions" when they have the right to be human just as the rest of us.
i will not stand for you stating that "you must be your birth gender to be happy" when people that have switched to being the other, both, or neither genders are filled with a joy like no other when addressed by the proper pronouns.
i will not tolerate you throwing dirty looks at a couple that is not strictly male/female when they smile just because they're in the other's company.
please don't tell me that humans don't have the right to be human when that's all they really are at the end of the day:
imperfect, and yet perfect in their own unique ways.
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cadence
Nouvelles[small stories] ca•dence /kādns/ noun a sequence of notes or chords compromising the close of a musical phrase. the final cadences of the song swept a bittersweet taint through its waters.
