Product Of My Reality

Wed, 06/22/2016 - 00:00 -- Nikki18

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: 
My community
My country
Our world
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