"I find myself in a place rare
Where only amazing minds go
It comes with little or no fare
Could be from a big building
Or a small one?

I find myself becoming a slave
Which is a good thing,
For how else would I survive if I’m not a slave to my masters?
How else would I learn?

I find myself clinging to the marks
They’re the only ones I need
I need them tattooed on my skin and engraved in my heart
I need them like I need air.

I find myself on this shelf
Seeking my next prey
The brownies and whities with their black children I’m going to devour..

I should feel guilty for this,
As I’m leaving none for my fellow hunters.

I find myself in a book."

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