My familia crossed so long ago
with wet backs and nothing to show
no good clothes, no shoe soles
hidden in dark, voided of souls
degraded for searching for better
belittled for trying to eat
insulted for wanting to live
I have no more patience for intolerance
i will shed no more tears
i will have no more fear
i'd rather be shot dead
then stay here instead
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
My familia crossed so long ago
with wet backs and nothing to show
no good clothes, no shoe soles
hidden in dark, voided of souls
degraded for searching for better
belittled for trying to eat
insulted for wanting to live
I have no more patience for intolerance
i will shed no more tears
i will have no more fear
i'd rather be shot dead
then stay here instead
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