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When they take being humane out of humanity…to the point where society saturates my sanity…turns my calmness in to calamity…I learn this world mirrors vanity…and if unsatisfied with ideas and the perception then look at your reflection…I see mine…true to myself like a bird in the sky without wings I too know how to fly, how to give, how to live , how to love, how to  overcome and know what I am, what I’m not, and What I will become…lies, misunderstandings,  misconceptions may be conceived but never enough to convince me not to be me because God has sustained me and to anything or one that  tries to change me I show resistance…Because I’m true to myself as long as truth is in existence

 

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