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| Broken Pieces We, the crusaders (denied, disheartened), step over the suffering to get to the other ailing, because they are more downtrodden, like us, to lift up. until we see their downcast faces like mirrors, broken, but somewhere inside hide, imagine piece together and realize in this process: different. We hold those broken pieces like our DNA, near our hearts, without acknowledging what we fail reconstruct are pieces of ourselves, lost in the righteous fray, railing for the rights of the other oppressed like us, don’t fight to get back the shiny fragments, mirrors of spirited souls, to reconstruct. 3.7.20 edited 2.12.22 We are the oppressed but deflect in saintly righteousness that ignorantly self serves, maybe? I'm supposed to sound uncertain. downtrodden can mean so many things right there on the head of a needle. If it pricks, blood everywhere. |
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