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Life of Kiarrah


I am undiscovered,  to be holocaust from any venue of my appearance

Tears surged the words printed within me, The anger raged among my structure

I can be life changing, a waste of time

I am secretly investigated by curious humans and publicly ignited

My emotions are extirpated , being violently extirpated beat by beat

I sound my pain in squeal, disperse of glass as well

The anger consumed every inch of me

I endured the pain slowly as my emotions were silently taken away

Viciously I  was unappreciated, stared at like an outsider

I am hidden, an outcast

Make me feel desired, My anger raging tempest.  

The walls began to revolve as my whole body entered a state of paralysis.

My tears deluged the town, the town I wasn’t accepted in.  

My brown eyes releasing ultraviolet rays.

My multi-ethnic background generating confusion.

My perspective shifting What Others Call Normal.

I have analysied you now I must  learned myself.

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