You Got That?

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Salt Lake City, UT
833 N Sir MIchael Dr
United States
Space and Time have only met me
 
A couple years ago,
 
But oh, they have not forgotten such a face.
 
They've seen hundreds,
 
Thousands,
 
Millions,
 
Billions
 
Of more faces
 
But don't you dare tell me
 
That their memory empties
 
A single insect
 
Because even if they do empty
 
Then I am the bug they can't exterminate.
 
My past holds a runaway, an outcast
 
Escaping a prison that feeds me limits
 
And takes away my sense of wonder
 
All because I pleaded guilty in a crime
 
Not even committed.
 
I've dug a way out by
 
Finding a route
 
They've never used before.
 
I am a fighter
 
A solider
 
Not willing to leave the battlefield.
 
I am the broken one who still looks for lost pieces
 
Scattered in my history.
 
Don't you dare say I am nothing,
 
Don't you dare say that what I do doesn't matter
 
Because I have already done so much.
 
I've ran away from my problems
 
I've chased after disappointments
 
I have been locked away
 
Beaten down
 
Frightened
 
Exhausted
 
But not forgotten.
 
What I've done
 
Is what makes me.
 
It is what writes my story
 
So don't tell me these things
 
Expecting me to start it all over.
 
Don't you dare tell me anything at all.
This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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