Do we really belong somewhere?

Can we at least say we do belong there?

Or is it just a delusion made by the world,

That doesn’t even exist but in our prejudiced minds?

How does this world array people based on their complexion, name, material possessions, associations, profession, even race?

It’s the bitter fact

That fills my throat

& makes my stomach grumble.

Is this hate?

Loathe?

Or shame that I need and breathe this world’s parts?

That makes me want to throw it all out,

Thinking that would help lessen this world’s hideousness.

And if it does, or even has a minimal chance,

I would heave my internal parts out of my own form

Just to heal this world’s brutal truth.

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