i am my own religion.
and i refuse to be a martyr for a group of individuals who never found my words pretty,
who never wanted to listen to the songs my heart played out on an imaginary keyboard.
for those who will never understand how hard it is to be a model student, in a system that is designed to keep you supressed–
creativity stifled.
spirit repressed.
i'm done asking for freedom, to be seen as equal.
i am my own walking, talking, liberation.
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Lost and Found
Poetrywe often find our way by getting lost and found, time and time again. by breaking and unbreaking. - alex elle *** Lost and Found is a collection of poems, prose, and short stories written on my pat...
