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Jan 2015
I broke my knuckles and hands on those who raised their hands in disrespect,
Towards
you,

For you I've monsooned enough tears to fertilize dry lands so that you may prosper.

Because of you,

I may become the man both of you have waited so patiently for I to be.

For I to become.
Miguel A Barriento
Written by
Miguel A Barriento  elizabeth, new jersey
(elizabeth, new jersey)   
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