It’s a Sin

No,I dont celebrate Christmas, Easter, or Thanksgiving
And yes, Without celebration I am still living
Giving me a gift is still a gift,
At least that what it says on December 25th

No, I cant paint my nails or dye my hair black
and when people stare at me I long to know what theyŕe looking at

No,I cant eat so much that I cant move,
Its a sin
And yes,I get uncomfortable with everything on my skin

No,Im not restricted, I can do lots of things
As long as Im still able to laugh, dance and sing!

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