Off I go to do
What was once familiar
Swim, leave a note, drive
Freedom is a privilege
White lined with debt
My blood runs red
My eyes see
Through accumulated
Prejudice
My blood flows
Like the water
In which I swim
Off I go to do
What I want
Without a thought
Of another
Freedom is a privilege
Masked weighted with debt
My blood runs red
My heart beats
Through attacks of
Prejudice
My blood flows
like my tears
through all that matters.
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Published on March 11, 2021 09:00