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3d
My root country hits number 1 in poverty
My adopted land feeds on misogyny
I worry -
Will anyone fancy me?

Emitting excessive carbon dioxide
We overhear yet choose to hide
Can’t utter the word genocide.

I’m terrified.
Never mind the political divide -
I'm just spiralling, my job's rather boring,
and public speaking is frightening.

Also, the US’s worryingly embarrassing
Ukraine can’t seem to win and Yemen’s endlessly starving
It’s wildly concerning -
the acne growing on my skin.

As for my third country, we defy regularly
the French are praised for protesting
‘Collective dispute for systemic integrity.’

It all sounds empowering -
but I gained 10 kilos and it’s dismorphing.
If only depression made me slim
Indra L
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Indra L  27/F
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     The Romantic and dude
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