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I have nothing left in me
I have nothing left in me But I walk the long way home to seize the day ignore the news to fly away from the chaos unfolding right before me, don’t wanna feel the burning tears of the marginalized groups seeking peace I have nothing left in me But my lips don’t quiver when I speak, the truth is facts no matter who, what, or how many times twisted it may be, so I stand confident in my skin knowing our history won’t tear me apart for doing the right thing I have nothing left in me But even on pins and needles my soul yearns for a plot twist,…
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Liberty Land: the side of the oppressed
A period in a short sentence in an epic novel. A speck of dust on the face of the earth. We are all but nothing in the end. My being, my breathing, my bones and my flesh, as far as I can feel, are all the dots I can connect. And with this ginormous heart, that I didn’t ask for, beating hopes in my chest, I can hear the whispers of despair in other people’s heads. I can see the agony in their gaze. I can feel the pain in their flesh. I can sense the call for help. One day my subconscious met common sense, global awareness, and good…
