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Sep 2020
Pick a side any side
if you don't, you are
more than likely to die

THERE'S NO WAY OUT OF HERE!

I had made many attempts
to excape reality but initially
they found me in my own lonesome
beaten me from my own pride
striped me from who I am inside.

Everyday I get a new make-over
I couldn't choose the right race
so they had knock me down cold
until I have decided what is
my right place.

I JUST CAN'T CHOOSE!!
I would say both but they
would beaten me into a pulp.
How did this world get so low?
Everyday I would wakeup with
****** red lips and
dusty black eyeshadow.
Keyana Brown
Written by
Keyana Brown  F/Panama City, FL
(F/Panama City, FL)   
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