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I hear their whispers and laughter;
They've given me different names.
My privacy, is now their talk topic,
They murmur behind my back.
Their faces wearing smile,
Their thoughts filled with prejudice.
I hear their annoying whispers.
They're all blinded by false beliefs.
The sharp whispers again strike,
Injuring my dignity and self-esteem.
Only if they could learn to respect,
They could give the needed support.
They've given me different names.
My privacy, is now their talk topic,
They murmur behind my back.
Their faces wearing smile,
Their thoughts filled with prejudice.
I hear their annoying whispers.
They're all blinded by false beliefs.
The sharp whispers again strike,
Injuring my dignity and self-esteem.
Only if they could learn to respect,
They could give the needed support.
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