I Am a Marginalized Artifact

I opened my eyes

My story started

Between the ashes of war

My future was uncharted

 

There was gold under my country's soil

All others raced to take my oil

 

And all there was for me to hold

Is the blood of what was left of the bleeding gold

 

 

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

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