fear
will i create
will i survive
and paint words
write dreams
or will i fall victim
to
another hateful man
too ignorant
to learn
rather than destroy
that which he doesn’t know
men like him will rule the world
until we change
or we die
there is no other option
and in this truth
i feel scared
and i hate
that hate
can make me feel
small
trembling
and terrified
knowing i am not enough
to change it.
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