Broken rights

Feeding on the weak, preying on the “broken". Outside, I’m strong, Inside you call me broken. To know me is to love me. To hate me for who I am is to love me for who I’m not. My love is the same as yours, my blood is the same as yours. I may love differently but we are all the same. 

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