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Sister Satire

I can't help but feel idol. The roles that I am offered are recycled. My inhibitions are exacerbated by "tradition". The chains have evolved into metaphors and weapons turned into words Blame is only pointed at the 2nd and the 3rd...point of view. You're rich but you dont know the point of YOU? Are these the people that our children look up to? Now in my mind, I redefine the very things that shame me. Slurs and other stereotypes...they try to taint me. They judge anothers life style as if they were a saint,see? ...Satire, sister Satire? Cures them with a reflection!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 6/7/2012 6:10:00 PM
nice write,Angelo
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