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sometimes i wish i could be in space,
away from all these fights about race
and identity,
i just want liberty,
nobody is here for me,
why can't we be free?

and i feel like a leaf floating over the ocean,
trapped in motion,
and the only thing i can do is show my devotion,
but with this lack of emotion,
my self worth becomes a notion,

of my mind.
that clouds my sight and makes me blind,
i can't be seen by my own kind,
i may be lost but i might find,
a way,

to make my thoughts decay,
so i can think and i can say,
but i know i'll go back to my room and stay,
away from the hell-like judgement day,
that we face from people who treat us like prey,
why do they like making me feel this way?
we all need space to keep our thoughts away.




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