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Young Ox
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I am the trunk of the chopped tree submerged under the weight of trampled earth.
I am the dirt underneath your finger nails.
I have no polish.
I am Sandy's nephew and Katrina's first love.
I am a global and generational refugee.
My home is self-love and never self loathing.
I am self-determination.
I am consistency.
I am continous failure on the verge of a substantial breakthrough.
I am my mother's first born.
I am black like gator bait in the Everglades
I am fist up, I'll shoot back.
I am mediocrity's nightmare.
I am
A
Human
Being
They call me Young Ox
Who are you?
#NoFilter
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world