Objectified
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1 min readJul 26, 2018
This isn’t what you think.
Imagine walking around thought of as an
object of hate,
Angry faces vehicles of bate
In vehicles lusting for a taste
Of blood split,
Like our ancestors of late;
When will we accept
That breaking a soul
Breaks the whole;
My surrender,
Fastened cuffs of fear,
Within the wrecked
Peace lies at the bottom.