Covered in dirt, I can’t see.
I’m trapped.
The world feels foreign
The land feels isolating
Where do I belong
Where do we all belong
What’s my place.
What’s your place.
Becoming of SELF is encouraged
Yet shunned
Be you, they say
Be free they sing
Stand out, my friend
Stand tall.
They’ll find ways to change your tempo
They will pick you out and toss you aside
They will make you emotionally shrink
Turn to the sun
You are
A
Beautiful
Flower
Blossom, Regrow
Realign
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