Ended Oppression

I'm an outcast in your judgment;

A dropout from your school of thought.

I’m that fool made out of your crafty designs -

You know, I'll never get it right.

I'm lost, wretched,

But I’m not humanity's garbage!

I'm only a visible manifestation

Of your endless castigation;

And I’ve have come a long way.

I’ve left my smile miles behind,

Fed my laments to your hankering demons,

And my torments I've worn like a better skin.                                

 

I am that pie abandoned in the rain

To rot into a billion bits,

But my molecules won't go up in a fouled air:

I've become a figurine of your nightmare,

A cornerstone of your paranoia,

A death you didn’t will come.

I’m slow.

Your creation has found liberation.

 © Jude Ifeme

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