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Who are we to breathe with no strength or belief to stay humble on our feet

Sometimes I struggle stepping outside my bubble. I am befuddled as to why I can't be subtle

So quick to judge, to look the other way. Always in a rush. To point at other peoples mistakes

You come alive when my anxieties high

You got me trembling, you got me descending. Step by step in fear, IN FEAR

Took my previous poem "to what lengths" changed the name and also turned into lyrics

Black lives matter protests

I won't get caught up distorted with thoughts of.....

What's your excuse, what makes you so unusual?

Reigny days on my parades