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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