African Child

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They make dreams out of me
Decisions and choices
Casting out what I yearn for
What I want matters not
They pray for it
Cast spells against my own
Till I am broken
Till I can neither speak nor breathe
Life becomes suffocating
Resentful till I imagine myself
Spitting in their faces
They had their turn
Lived their own lives
Yet they take mine
Ruin it to ancient relic
Without ever asking what I want.

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