And so my path was chosen,
Masking my soul,
Creating an illusion,
That that too was my goal.
A vision of generations -
What I might have become,
But all history's denied,
This society has won.
Education and culture,
Two dons of disguise,
The world's perception of me,
Seen through their shadowed eyes.
And to break out of this valve
Of stifling presumption?
Only a strong sense of self
And society's consumption.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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