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Feb 2018
For years I hid myself away,
Consumed with pain and dismay,
Hidden in fantasies and day dreams,
Nothing is ever as it seems,
Don’t try to control me,
Don’t try to belittle me,
Let me be,
Let me free,
They tried to silence my words,
That **** is for the birds,
Do not mistake me for a fool,
I will no longer be your tool,
I will use my voice for good,
No longer will I be misunderstood,
You can hide under your religion all of your life,
But you can’t deny the lies you tell in rife,
Stealing the money of innocent people,
You should be ashamed of your so-called steeple,
You caused us to be afraid,
You caused our lights to fade,
But we will rise up, we will not back down,
We will riot until you leave this town.
Kathy
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Kathy  29/F/Texas
(29/F/Texas)   
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