My integrity is not for sale.
Nor is the truth that fills my soul
To be bargained away.
No matter how high their noses rise,
In polluted air...
I'm breathing freedom that releases me.
I am not contained within their confinement.
I 'may' miss a meal,
However...
Most of that junk that's being fed...
Wouldn't nourish me anyway!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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