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Oct 2020
Someone, something
Slithered over to me
And whispered in my ear
Telling me that I would
Amount to nothing
My bank account
Would never have
The right amount
In it
I would never
Be whole
Because I was empty
And incapable of
Self-preservation
If I did not depend
On another
I would surely die
If I could not
Find love
With another
I would surely die
If I did not slave
Under this corporation
That we call The United States
I would surely die
Brainwashed
Lost
Ashamed
I fell into
The trap of lack
A mindset I grew
To accept
And never question
Until one day
I discovered
The key that unlocked
My holding cell
Was the key
In my hand
In that moment
I escaped
Heading towards
Freedom Land
Written by
Gray Ndiaye  28/Non-binary/West Coast
(28/Non-binary/West Coast)   
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