I don't wish to be a trophy of your home,  I am a slice of this universe.   With choices of my own, Don't hold me back by the stereotypes.  As I don't wish to go along,  the usual flows or traditional ways. Like a recurring tide that moves all along  still at the shore, it stays.  Let me be a young river make meanders and flow,  Let me bask in the sun and glow.  Don't make me fear the bruise and burns I may get,  For without taking a plunge far more I will regret.      
 
 
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