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In a world where women are empowered and encouraged to perform their will, the men are put in the background of things, invisible like the air they breathe. Leslie Morgan is one of those men, and I recount his tales of always being second, and that men are not always what they're portrayed as.

This is a story told entirely in the form of free verse, because why the hell should there be diversity only in characters and not in forms of writing?

A/N: Steal my works without my permission, I will steal your life without your permission. Apart from that, I'm a nice person.