Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

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Invisibility comes with secrets Kept hidden away from publicity They cannot be exposed, because of bets That friends will see it with simplicity
I am a speck of dust. No, I am not alive; Nor am I insignificant I am a speck of dust, forever drifting, forever exploring, and I might even settle down and rest    
Much like Ellison's character, I am an Invisible Man; though not invisible by age or standing- I hide in plain sight, an outcast of both my races. My father's people dismiss me
What Is Your Name The question resonates in my brain as the ringing in my ears drill on with great intensity THINK
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