April 22, 2012
Pure and full,
Beautiful soul.
No one knew,
I had one of you.

Pure hearts - a myth,
Pure intent - a writhe,
No such thing here and now,
This justice will not allow.

Justice by the stronger man,
His his sentence we are less than.
Society is the only accepted mold.
Break it and you'll be told.

"You're against the grain."
"What do you have to gain?"
"You won't be missed."
"You don't even exist."

Unrecognized and confined,
Though the struggle I have died.
Though I'm still here,
With truth and answer ever so clear.

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