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Right of Life

All my life I had to fight... this fight... this fight... for right of life. Those that give me the most strife are those claiming to have the right. Of course, I am different and from another time and place; Yet still, I’m inclined to be of human race. At the store in line at the front. They pay me no mind, not even ask what I want. They Pretend they're unaware; of me clearly standing there. Then the stares and silly grins and acting as if I speak alien; thrice repeating my needs again. Got me wondering what world I'm in. As I leave, their smirks incite; any doings did in smite. To be offensive in clear sight. For Ignorance is a foolish rite This fight... this fight... for right-of-life; keeps me hyped to pull my knife. I twirl to face these rude affairs. But Away they turn and put on airs. Then thoughts in my head go ecliptic ~~~This eternal brawl of life is epic__ ~~~rising up before you crawl is hectic__ ~~~The venom spit at you goes septic__ ~~~Your spirit dies and becomes decrepit__ ~~~Your day is done and it's not poetic. ~~~So, clear your head. Be more authentic. Think! Will this be the day; you give your wealth away? ~~~As precious as the moments be; ~~~why waste it all so suddenly? ~~~ on the waning minuscule few? ~~~Don't you have better things to do? Halt! I heed not your scorn of me, for I am what I was born to be. I say to you here. I say to you now; loudly so you all can hear. Be ye warned thy seed ye spew will sprout a tree. At its root, you may surprisingly see__ someone there just like me. All my life I had to fight... this fight... this fight... for right-of-life. Those that give me the most strife are those claiming to have the right. Of course, I am different and from another time and place; Yet still, I'm inclined to be of-human-race. Eh... so I'm a little bit out-the-norm... so what... haven't you heard of... the little green men, fairies, and unicorns? How about Aqua man? .... Isn't he blueish- green? Ah, hah and there're people born with tails. ... So, what I've got 3 eyes... they're all facing the same way... In memory of the unacceptably lost to indifference

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