I Dont Know

But I BREATH;

I Don't Talk,

But I FEEL;

I Don't Walk,

But I feel the freedom that is taken from those forced to Kneel,

A Kingdom,

Made for self-appointed Kings and Queens;

Your proclaimed self value disgusts me,

Your practices and "morals" are ugly,

Fighting against an oppressive system while oppressing others?

Unskins YOU and exposes your true colors.

Don't let me be misunderstood I don't hate, unlike you;

Yes, I have emotions and I hurt too,

You deny me a life so I think YOU should know,

I Don't Know,

But I LIVE!

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