Crystal Nealey


How far are we pushed until we say enough is enough
how hard must we fight until we finally give up
what was the purpose of my birth upon this traumatized land
why could I have not died at conception as an unfertilized egg

So much turmoil building up inside me
twirling, bubbling, begging to be released
They say my ancestors died so that I might one day be free
but in our ignorance of our past we still commit the ulitmate sin of you for you and me for me

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