From my friends.

September 19, 2009
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From my mother I learned to walk with my head raised high.
From my friends I learned to walk with my head hung low.
From my mother I learned that I was beautiful.
From my friends I learned that I was plain from head to toe.

From my mother I learned to be kind to people.
From my friends I learned to be cruel at will.
From my mother I learned to respect my body.
From my friends I learned how to swallow the pill.

From my mother I learned that the special boy would come.
From my friends I learned that first I had to go with anyone.
From my mother I learned that I was a pearl.
From my friends I learned that I was no one.





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