Closure wraps itself around me.
I finally found the end to my story.
This is my refusal to go their way.
I am offering my soul to give away.
Marked by lashes, my body is torn.
When I die, I pray to be reborn
into porcelain skin and golden locks.
Maybe then my life won't be so rough.
Family awaits me on the other side.
There is no place left for my people to hide.
The world has torn us down like soldiers.
Humanity could not get any darker.
I hope God gives me a clean slate,
and, unlike society, sees me without hate.
How evil manifests in us, I do not know,
But for the chance to escape it, I will go.
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