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First, They Came for the Jews
I find it frustrating that I have to hide my identity.
When my gut says my tribe is plenty.
To raise my hand affects my posterity,
If I speak the truth in an academic community.
The bigots and fascist will condemn me,
Simply because I believe in national security.
In a land where you can say, "Go kill yourself" freely.
So long as you are in the liberal social monopoly.
I'm sorry but Biden's economy has me unable to eat,
And mortgage payments keep climbing steep.
So, make a choice, which would you suggest?
To join their party or get discriminated against?
I am finished with their political violence,
But I'll wait like a tiger before I advance.
I , born premature to a homeless mother in poverty,
Whose underdeveloped lungs were made to speak free:
You can not cage me forever, My God will deliver me.
I'll let them have silence today, but know it is temporary.
Will hide my cards, not because I like dishonesty,
Rather, I want to be treated with human decency.
Though our views may diverge, I am not your enemy,
My perspective adds to human diversity.
My story is broken and marred,
By political ideologies that left me more scarred.
I no longer trust the side that sold me a story,
But, protected the addicted men that abused me.
Still, I won't let this American dream be taken yet,
I am still that same little girl, & you shouldn't forget.
Ending the cycle of poverty, everyone should know,
Is like the saying I heard long ago:
"Give a man a fish, feed him for a day
Teach him to fish, you feed him for a lifetime."
However, "feed you enemy" comes to mind.
They are less likely to bite and their eyes will be blind.
Hand ups and rising above drugs and poverty,
Will open too many eyes, and you'll be judged like me.
Someone must have taught me to fish, accidentally.
And now I choose my own identity: define liberty!
I will not beg like a dog at the table, you see?
My lips are bound for now, but my mind is still free.
When my gut says my tribe is plenty.
To raise my hand affects my posterity,
If I speak the truth in an academic community.
The bigots and fascist will condemn me,
Simply because I believe in national security.
In a land where you can say, "Go kill yourself" freely.
So long as you are in the liberal social monopoly.
I'm sorry but Biden's economy has me unable to eat,
And mortgage payments keep climbing steep.
So, make a choice, which would you suggest?
To join their party or get discriminated against?
I am finished with their political violence,
But I'll wait like a tiger before I advance.
I , born premature to a homeless mother in poverty,
Whose underdeveloped lungs were made to speak free:
You can not cage me forever, My God will deliver me.
I'll let them have silence today, but know it is temporary.
Will hide my cards, not because I like dishonesty,
Rather, I want to be treated with human decency.
Though our views may diverge, I am not your enemy,
My perspective adds to human diversity.
My story is broken and marred,
By political ideologies that left me more scarred.
I no longer trust the side that sold me a story,
But, protected the addicted men that abused me.
Still, I won't let this American dream be taken yet,
I am still that same little girl, & you shouldn't forget.
Ending the cycle of poverty, everyone should know,
Is like the saying I heard long ago:
"Give a man a fish, feed him for a day
Teach him to fish, you feed him for a lifetime."
However, "feed you enemy" comes to mind.
They are less likely to bite and their eyes will be blind.
Hand ups and rising above drugs and poverty,
Will open too many eyes, and you'll be judged like me.
Someone must have taught me to fish, accidentally.
And now I choose my own identity: define liberty!
I will not beg like a dog at the table, you see?
My lips are bound for now, but my mind is still free.
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