Pearl's 2nd Writing

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Why should I stay at a place
Where people raise me just to kick me
Letting me talk just to ignore me
Seeing me walk just to mock me
The place which darkens my soul
They trying to fit my brain into a tiny little bowl
Never let nor hear me howl

I have two feet, I have to leave
Have my own feet, no need to flee
Can't put their chains around my feet
Or even if they cut my feet
I'll crawl myself to a better place

I wonder if it's that the innocence wants
Tall shaped rocks, a lifted human-sized box, nice stuffs
Wearing the odors they can't afford
Can't sleep at night
As long as they own what they call Ford

I smell no sweat of people
Only moving bodies
All brains are dead, slaved by those leaves
Tried to wake them up, but I'm a nobody
They rip my soul with words as they told me
"You're not that good
You can't be what you want to be"

I have no reason to stay. No.
And so I don't flee. I fly away.
And I pity those who shine
Inside a cubical room
They never know how bright the sun is.

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