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Jul 2016
I'm a free man,
not your little toy.
I won't do your
stupid dance,
not any more.

They want to buy
and sell me by
the pound, but
my body's not
for sale.

I'm more than
just meat and
bones, I've a mind
and a soul, you
can't control.

You won't put
a tag on me,
or brand me as
product on
display.

I am free to be,
all that was meant
for me, with no fear
of falling apart,
keeping me down.
Written by
Christopher Ross Howie  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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   JRF
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