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The game we all win
Foreword This share was intended for International Women’s Day. Not much more to say than that. Poem: The game we all win [contemporary lyric] Her sneakers squeak like mine on the court—Swish! No “girls can’t” or “boys won’t” distortthe scoreboard’s truth: teamwork is the play.Pass her the ball—watch stereotypes sway. We’re coders, both debugging the same glitch—Her loops are lightning, my functions catch the itch.The screen doesn’t care whose fingers type faster,just press Enter—let progress be the master. At lunch, she debates black holes and Mars;I sketch dragons, but we’re both reaching stars.Why box brains as “his” or “hers”? Let us scream:Curiosity is genderless—fuel for the team. They say “boys…
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Uncharted waters
They call it puppy love, as if we’re just a fleeting dream,but we’re the ocean, vast and deep, beyond their simple, narrow stream. They draw us with their clumsy hands, in sketches that don’t capture light.We are the storm, the calm, the endless sands, a love that stretches through the night. Each year another ripple, in the sea of time we’ve sailed.Their voices, just the wind’s faint cripple, they cannot see how we’ve prevailed. Our laughter is the song of ancient tides, our love, the roots that hold the sky.They float on shallow waters, we sail where stars collide. Let them cast their doubts and fears, in shadows we don’t…
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Our big world family
In our big world, so wide and round,people of all kinds can be found.Some are tall and some are small,but in our hearts, we’re one and all. Our skin might be dark, light, or tan,we’re all part of the human clan.Brown eyes, blue eyes, or shades of green,each one special, a sight to be seen. Some pray in churches, some in mosques,some under stars when night has dropped.Others in temples or not at all,we respect each path, big or small. From snowy peaks to sunny shores,we open up our friendly doors.Different languages we might speak,but kindness is what we all seek. In busy cities, lights so bright,or quiet farms under…
