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I was born in this tribe, raised in its ways,
Where men are what I like, and that's how I've stayed.
For years, I've survived, living this truth,
But today, I feel trapped, lost in my youth.
I'm locked in a prison, the cell of my mind,
Where being myself seems so hard to find.
Though I know with God's embrace,
I can break free, find my rightful place.
Yet still, I feel suppressed, unable to breathe,
In a world where I'm forced to conceal and grieve.
I like men, but I fear what's seen as sin,
A battle rages deep within.
I don't want to be suppressed, to hide who I am,
But I don't want to sin, to break the divine plan.
Caught between the love I feel and faith's command,
I seek a way to understand.
Today I choose to be with my tribe,
Whom I have always been form the inside.
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