This morning i wake up stale
skin feeling shades darker than its ever been
i must stand
because i am able
i must stand
unlearn this paralysis
unlearn this still quiet body forced upon me
unlearn the fear
the hate
this morning i wake
because i am able
because i must
because there is no choice
with a brown beating heart
there is no choice
but to live
but to wake
we have not the privilege to be still
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