Forsaken

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With new eyes they ogle me,

As if I am an animal

As if, without the bars between us,

I would attack them.

As if I committed a crime, a criminal.

A fence between us, their screams repeat,

Over and over,

"Get out of this house!!"

Not a single encouraging word,

From any quarter.

I dreamed,

At first of North, of leaving,

But then bigger dreams,

Dreams they did not like,

Dreams that could not, must not be.

Nobody seemed to know.

Between us was a distance, a suspiciousness,

Instead of the acceptance I had expected,

I was cutt off from them,

Forsaken,

More completely than ever.

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