Is Society Doing This To Me
I compare myself to everyone
There i said it
Will the world fall in on me
Or will it just agree it is true
The world creates earth
Then the fire, wind and rain
Creates Society
And spits out a class on you
Am i middle, low or high
What deems me to a seed
Was i not born naked
Was i not in need
My Mother with all her bones
Doing all she can
She knows dereliction from her father
But we, are, we am.
I compare myself to everyone
The world compels me to leave
I rest among such upset
Yet birth has nothing up its sleeve
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