Going like a Roly Poly I had wanted to be a ladybug but I ended up a young grass- hop for the summer musical I grew up on creepy crawlies not only as gummies but also discovery and defense running round rocks (not those I collect) rolling in soil, a magic to coat us coiling 'round natural oils, natural coals, natural gases, and natural plastics with every happy mealy want—like when younger I had wanted an easy bake oven. Yet the regime ordered me marked from birth boy-gendered and so that meant in this whirl no easy bake for me instead I get creepy crawler bugmaker because boys bug and girls make cake and yes I'm multi-facet-ed such that both activities energize me. And yet no pastry lady nor lousy lad am I—I in my entirety, I'm non-binary, bug-loving, baking-loving—but not this. World-baked insectpocalypse sending hope going like a roly poly.
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