How,
be I,
independent within,
a system?
How,
be such,
real?
For,
as I state,
such.
As,
such sounds,
are expressed from my,
infantile mouth.
I,
find myself,
absent such.
Absent,
this independence.
For,
be I,
only a worker.
Only,
this dollar being.
Only,
this which states,
boss.
Which,
states queen.
Never,
to actually be,
such a thing.
Oh,
to be this,
willing slave.
To be,
this being,
which believes,
strength is truly,
tethered to my being.
That,
I.
This,
woman.
That,
I am strong enough,
to be,
everything.
Oh,
how death,
shall become me.
Oh,
how fear,
shall alter the wholeness,
of my existence.
How such,
shall create a being,
I've yet to be.
For,
though I'm truly weak.
My mouth,
has altered,
my reality...
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