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Aug 2016
I see death in the form of a crow
As he watches me suffer from below.

The very city I walk in is destroyed
From riots society could not avoid.

The streets crawl with what resembles
The walking dead who do not speak
They just groan in dread

I bypass people's windows they expect  love and care.
They do not see me, I am forced to cover up my face and hair.

This is the only freedom I get for today
As my master sleeps, if I do not return
as he awakes he'll beat me until I weep.


I survive on a short leash, I can't help but wonder the city walking in the blood of those who died just wanting to make peace


My name is changed, my rights were taken.
Seeing my family and friends is forsaken.

The world became deluted and I am
now enslaved in a country where most wanted to stay.
I'm trying to make a story out of this.
Chloe Zafonte
Written by
Chloe Zafonte  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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