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I went to qualify
But they quantified
My Quality and
Found my stack lacking.

I'm still laughing.

In America
they close doors.
But glass ceilings make poor windows
When you're black.

Good enough to scrub floors though.


Tried to make noise
Thought I roared when I squeaked.
I'm not weak I just need
Thoughts so deep I dream oceans.

Find some dry land then

Stand on new legs
Long enough to gasp
With new lungs
And a new tongue to speak.

Then maybe they'll notice me.