Can part of your story be our story and then sold to the not so massive masses as my art or are we too old now and is it stealing of the wrong kind?

 NOT OUR MOTHERS` BACKS

We are not the Ones running into the forest when being told that the name They gave us is dead now. 

We are not the Ones with a blood clot that took away Their sentences and big chunks of Their Meanness as a bonus.

We will not forever be doomed with the shape of a barrel or with long arms and huge boobs. Our silhouettes are already way freakier and making us be recognized by squinting faces or floppy ears  from meters and meters away.

Our voices might not be as deep as we dream it in our minds, or letting the air through the chords when we need it to, but we will never use them to say the things They have told us.

We don't have to be sorry and make Them feel better when They cry.

Our chairs and amounts of salt differ greatly.