Boxes

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So tired of the walls that define me
Can't believe you're not beside me
I hunger alone
Afraid of the unknown
These walls that define me
These boxes I check
These dreams I wreck
Put her in a box...
She'll be less dangerous
She'll be less courageous
But yet
I check off the box of white or Hispanic
I compartmentalize
See I'm not me, I'm this this and that
Defined by the boxes
That I check...

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