We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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Mom, tell me how to say

"I love me" with a lost voice

Because I tried to play the violin

And what I get was the wrong chords

I taught my hands to carry

But the weight of the stuff was too heavy

I taught my feet to walk

But the ankles twist in the wrong way

If you don't want to know,

You can always turn a blind eye

But domestic violence, drug war killings exists

And here I am trying to find my own relief