knee deep in society’s anxiety
reading a history of history
feeling as if each page
i turn burns and the words
suffer a rebirth like a phoenix
say it like you mean it; if it’s
dirty clean it- don’t be afraid
it wasn’t until i was put in this
cage that i was set free
so terribly busy trying to be something or somebody
different that you forget who you are becoming
until it is unbecoming
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