A Shortcut to Becoming Untouchable

Was it Asya or was it me

Curled up in the fetal position on the worst beach

“Like a prostitute,” so they said

And vowed never to associate with her again

In close proximity to the homeless and unfavorables

No place for a lady to be

But her wrists were bleeding out

As she was walking and she got so tired

That she needed to rest for a minute at least

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