Walls of Red White and Blue
They whisper in my ear
They whisper as I walk alone
They speak of vile things that they cannot say to my face
for the inetnion of hurt and conformity
Is this what I am supposed to be?
Is this who I am?
Am I what they say I am?
silence...
I am me, only me
and no one can change that.
This poem is about:
My community
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