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Burdens


I am burdened. Weighed down. I feel I cannot fly and soar as I wish.

I desire to be free. Free of this college debt. Free from these social expectations and 

the allegations I face on a day to day basis, because my skin is darker than yours. I wish to be free

but I cannot because I am burdened. But I desire to burst free from this cage! This cage of potential my parents tell me I was born to call my home.

I am burdened by this stigma that 'smart' kids have it easy. Ignorance is bliss. I'd rather be foolish. I am burdened. Burdened by this doctrine I know I should

take joy in but often times it's beyond difficult for me to attain. I am no scholar, so in my sin I turn my collar of hard heartedness and place the burden I should 

carry on someone else's shoulders. I am burdened. By my lack of success. I strive so hard and work to leave, of success, my own trail. Yet I am a burden to 

everyone around me. Wow, fail. I am burdened, but even amongst these burdens so many hands come to my aid. To lighten my load. To lift my burdens. These

hands are the ones I surround myself with. Friends and Family. Cherubim and Seraphim. I am burdened. But I know, I can stand up from underneath it.

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