Seat at the table

by Yakari Gabriel   Dec 20, 2016


I had to fight,
all my life.
for everything
defend my craft
defend my hair
defend my nationality
defend my believes..
I am weary
there is barely
anything left,
if you don't believe
in me, good.
I choose my battles
wisely.
your opinion of me
isn't up for debate
not at my table
anyways

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    And so it shouldn't be, a thought provoking write.

    Em

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