Dance With Me
I won’t walk with you, but I will dance with you, away from those that corrupted me from the inside out, those that make statues for the center of the city so all can come to see, from those very same statues that smell of maggots, death, and seep deep dark ancient secrets.
I won’t walk with you, but I will dance with you, away from the silencers who wish to cut my tongue out in hopes I won’t speak, those that have decided my fate to be robotic in motion and devotion.
I won’t walk with you, but I will dance with you, away while twirling my skirt, and squishing my toes in the sand, singing and somehow screaming at the top of my lungs, “Freedom”!
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