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I Stand Amidst
To dwell among the ruins; littered with broken bottles and flattened plastic cups, stamped out cigarette butts Cast off lottery binges, crushed ghetto dreams and empty syringes Poisoned by so many stings of inequality Flickering opportunities ... shed your skin, and perhaps poverty will become a molted nightmare I stand amidst a people in a narcotic induced stupor, their drug of deceit is a false sense of identity They want to believe so bad in their adopted society Still slaves to orphaned naiveté My feet of clay are bruised on the shards of this shattered glass menagerie A ghetto cage with rusted hinges, creaky freedom that depends on intensive mental lubrication Trapped souls within tend to not have enough strength to swing open the cage door I stand amidst a people with weeping desires of soaked happiness wrung dry Shuddering in cold urban projects left ill-heated and unfinished We who came here with nothing ... stripped of everything --- our heritage, our dignity Then subsequently told we are not entitled to anything I fall to my knees in the midst of my people's pain As the dagger of disillusionment is plunged into our collective heart again and again We are assimilation's spitted out bitter raisins
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