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Dyke

You can call me Alex or Alexandra The first time I said I liked girls my voice brokeEveryone turned to me as if I had cursed at the dinner tableMy mother told me to go take a shower and think about it But mom, you can’t wash off who you areAnd yes, I have been thinking about itA lot In a small town news spreads like wildfireI was the walking disappointment in the middle of town squareI had been reduced to it till I was purged of this evil that threatened to claim my soulNo one would sit next to me in classAnd…