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I've seen a lot of red   The first when leaving my mom on the first day ever Running downstairs to show dad Excitement, not fear, not nearves I was too young then   Bloody noses, bloody knees
 Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to think The American Dream may be corrupted Not what it used to be When we once dreamt of being free For some in America
Restriction is my freedom Similarities seem so different With a new world, came a new life Life I always dreamed But now never wanted  
Banging, Clanging, Singing, Lyrical tunes spinning, That’s how I think, not how I write.   Restricted by society, They say “Don’t say” They say “Do say”
When you look at me, do you see a statistic? Do you see 3/4 of a person? Do you see a man? Or a color? Are you blinded by a stereotype? Or looking deeper to the character?
Your words Sharper than a knife Thrown at my heart and I’m left bleeding inside My whole life has been lived through your eyes Nothing can ever be mine   Empty compliments
Noises… they merge and devour to the hallway nearby Bypassing the exit sign, it's still there… but it hides away, Seeping underneath the door panel of what appears To be no... safe way out.
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