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The purpose to be oppressed


Judge or not to judge is an option, 
Be different than others, can be emotional 
Work as slaves and be treated like them 
Is ironic, but there is no compassion.
 
The purpose to be oppressed,
It to be different in the society 
Different than anybody 
That its a quality, that make us unique
 
In this world now ours dreams,
Are not available as we reached.
The discrimination and racism are looking 
Immigrants and African-Americans are hiding.
 
The oppression of life can be sweltering 
As played sports or exercise our body 
It can be sweltering or stifling
As changing our moods frequently 
Sometimes that make us bipolar.
 
Our heart grows sick with hate, sometimes we want to be apart of this place, 
The compassion of hate and superior people, will be difficult to leave, 
But we have to stay and fight; or stay with it.
 
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