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To claim no purpose for this toxic state,
other than hate or desired submission.
To find a spirit chained to the walls of circumstance,
by birth and denied just cause,
because of skin color.
To struggle in the land of the free,
trapped in a quagmire of unreasonable eyes,
fighting the cold hands of society wrapped around your throat,
making it hard to breathe,
in the noxious gas that is this toxic state.
contest Toxic State
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
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