My Necessity
My essential necessity
Is not merely an object or a thing
It's the fire withing me
My fire is what keeps me going
When I'm dragged into the mire of depression
It's the thing that's saving me
My spark spurs me on
When I'm surrounded by inequality and injustice
It helps me fight to make it gone
The thing I need
Is not something somebody could touch or harm
But it's something they could see
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