Scary

Election Day 

Election gray 

How long will I be be free 

Theyre coming for 

My rights, my body 

My right to be a person 

My right to make decisions 

Wasn't that the beauty 

Of leaving seventeen?

Eighteen gave you freedom 

But I guess that's just for some 

Every Election Day 

Brings terror 

Fear and horror 

Gently down the steam 

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