Product Of My Reality
I'm living but I am not free
In the world today it's unacceptable to be me
Words cut deep and kills my self esteem
I become a shell of who I use to be
When you ask what's wrong with me
I say I'm a product of my reality
A reality that says its unacceptable to be me
Because I'm living but not really me.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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