oppressed
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How is it Gods will
to call a kid disgusting
Just for who he loves
You tell us we are sick
And that we need special help
though you have no doctor's degree
You tell us how to love
Dear past oppressors,
I don't forgive your malice.
I don't know if I ever will.
The damage done is certain,
all your taunts, they haunt me still.
My self-image has been shattered.
Tendrils bloomed on the horizon,
you could smell,
the burning,
you could feel,
the hatred,
you could hear,
the oppression.
But touch,
no man's contmeplation.
Holding back,
No longer allowing slack
Pulling in the reigns
On this issue that is causing me so much pain
If I could create a world, would color be in it?
There is a difference between a right and a privilege; a right can never be taken away from you, no matter what.
