SYSTEM

Spread joy.

Can I employ the sisters and brothers begging this government?

Make it a supplement, an addition or readmission to a better life for the gifted, the talented and the brilliant.

Oh she's Brazilian.

And that makes her exotic but I'm a million, a million people, a million or a thousand.

I don't know, I haven't been counting.

I've been watching and waiting for this world to accept me, embrace me, protect me and not neglect me.

Neglect me but still I rise and protect me.

And still I rise above this industry...are you kidding me?

I work for a man who isn't interested in me.

REPHRASE! I don't bring value to the company...or was it me?

Was it really me that stole from the economy?

A system of degradation and depreciation.

There's nothing to steal from.

I'm ill from. I can build from...this. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country

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