impressions.

stained me standeth

their gaze carving my form

the clouds clear to spot the sun

right above my head

scorching me with

their burning judgments

do I have to oblige

to what you shape me to be

am I not free enough to commit a sin

merely for the sake of

self protection

I wonder who made these rules

that I am but a puppet to your whims

that someone is better than the other

that he deserves more than I

who dares to restrict me

of my free will I wonder

why can’t I be red or blue

or black for that matter

its none of your concern now, is it?

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