Crabs

We knew of no given opportunities to realize our greatness

Our curses came in whispers 
Echoed against our chambers 
We knew the feeling of illegal full well 
While holding bellies full of desire to be free

Our confines decorated with chant and mantra 
Towering above our sight-lines 
We would spend endless expanses of time 
Recklessly seeking validation 
Stir-crazy and crowded 
Searching for solace

Liberty a possibility 
Demanding unity

enigma

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