When Can I truly Live My Life?

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 Take now this knife,

And pierce through my vein.

If our blood runs the same in strife,

Then strike your heart and feel my pain.


“Everyone is equal,” you preach,

Yet only when your race is in reach,

But toward my kind, your rage is unleashed,

Unholy anger, for staying unbleached.


Wasn’t it you who came to our shores?

Hiding deceit behind polished doors?

With smiles that masked the theft of clans,

Insisting that we accept your foreign plans?


I lost myself when you changed my name,

Almost drowned in despair and shame,

Till the Trinity came, with mercy embraced,

And my chains of despair were forever replaced.


How dare you forge my history’s page?

What right have you to bind my stage?

To choke my breath in misery’s knife,

Tell me, when can I truly live my life?


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