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Now as a young runt,

I couldn’t control the beating

or pain fleeting.

Have you ever hurt or harassed the soul?

Such happened that day and much more.

I felt used, robbed,

a broken down, corner liquor store.

 

Then, I found books.

I was opened to wild world of Whitman.

No rules, only beautiful words.

I learned from giants like C. S. Lewis.

A man who thought on God beyond our human lenses

I saw human nature in Arthur Miller.

What is the spirit and the dream behind all of us here?

 

These are the lessons I learned.

The stripes I earned.

I’m going to the uphill battle.

I have words as my weapons.

I am my damn mind.

 

Free of all.

Free for myself.

Free at last.

 

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