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Bittersweet

You think I ask for your flowers to wilt

I only ask for mine to bloom


You think I ask for your fruit to rot

I only ask for mine to ripen


You think I ask for your door to close

I only ask for mine to open


You think I ask for your happiness to be revoked

I only ask for mine to commence


You think I ask for your point to be disregarded

I only ask for mine to be considered


You think I ask for your voice to be silenced

I only ask for mine to be heard


You think I ask for privilege

I know I ask for equality

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