Tanika Cooks Poet I do not know?

When I Recognized Myself

Put away inside
Told to stay alive 
Lost in all but name
Nothing seems the same
Expected to survive 
When life is so contrive 
Alone at night and day 
Taking part as slaves
We run we run we run
Only to end up 
Put away inside 
Put away inside 
Put away inside 
And our minds rot
And our minds clot
And our minds’ clock,
         stop

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Susan Palli March 6, 2010 at 11:11 AM Feels like running in a rat race. Well done, Susan