Society speaks with one voice,
Yet my heart whispers another.
Why deny me freedom?
Why can’t I simply be?
In the quiet of my mind,
A knee jerks in defiance.
A tiny, spirited fist,
Raised against oppression.
A raging spirit struggles,
Yearning to be true.
Even as a cloud,
An amorphous piece of art.
Forged by eons of struggle,
Genetics evolved.
Hopelessness ebbs and fl…
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