I may not think like you.
I may not act like you.
I may live halfway across the world,
In a land you may not have even heard of,
Let alone think about.
I may not think about clothes,
Or exams,
Or movies that just came out.
No.
I think about food,
And how to get some.
I think about my parents,
Who died of AIDS before I even knew them.
I think about my grandmother,
Who’s so old she can’t...
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