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I was born, raised and cultivated by my favourite books. As my eyes rolled along paper and ink My mind traced each curve of each letter Fingers move to turn the page Seeing who I will become next. I am nothing but these words I've read. I am a collage of paper trees and paper dolls Photocopies of human beings Who are photocopies of other human beings. I am nothing but what the commercials want me to be. I can't think outside of this television-shaped box Suffocating ideologies of powerful men in business suits I crave their orders in order to get by. I was born, raised and cultivated by my favourite books And I wonder if this is how I am supposed to be.
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
I was born, raised and cultivated by my favourite books.
I was born, raised and cultivated by my favourite books. As my eyes rolled along paper and ink My mind traced each curve of each letter Fingers move to turn the page Seeing who I will become next. I am nothing but these words I've read. I am a collage of paper trees and paper dolls Photocopies of human beings Who are photocopies of other human beings. I am nothing but what the commercials want me to be. I can't think outside of this television-shaped box Suffocating ideologies of powerful men in business suits I crave their orders in order to get by. I was born, raised and cultivated by my favourite books And I wonder if this is how I am supposed to be.
taye
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taye
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
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