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I Found A Way


Minority

Diseased

Broken

 

Bullied

No use

Exploited

 

Trapped

in a body

with no way

to escape

 

Poetry and

Jesus

came and saved

the day

 

No cure,

the doctor says,

No cure,

just medicate

 

I won't let it stop me

I won't let myself be stopped

 

I write what I feel

with no one to stop me

 

I have found a way

to get it all out

 

To say what I feel

and not be judged

 

Poetry and

Jesus, my savior,

came and saved

the day

 

I wish people

could be the

same

exact

way

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