Confusion and frustration
A classic combination
The fuel to my angst
To my character
But these muddles feelings go beyond a stereotype and into a
residing issue of being limited to love
To do what we love
or to love who we love
“Wrong” is what they tell me
I must have broken english because when they said “wrong”
I understood right
what i’m feeling
feels right
To live for myself or to live in spite
To live opposite of the oppressed
with closed minds
Unable to open their third eyes
To see a new perspective and to see that
the words they’ve spilled on the youth.
were all filled with lies
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