of sexuality to be a boy, to be a girl all the writings and the whirl in this world of glorious men who write the sentence to condemn like a pendulum or a swing we'll never stop that faky dance cause we never want to glance at the evidence by that fence what are you? what am I? what do you like? What I prefer? let me walk on my own way which could be red or could be grey all I know is that I like all the colors in disguise so don't judge me but judge yourself! and taste that fruit that'll never end. emyluna