i thought about it once.

stove in my head. 

thought about the life.

cut off my legs. 

what i didn't and did do.

walked up and spat. 

thought about outside.

thought easy lies. 

i thought about those.

sweat soaked clothes. 

the oppressed others.

and my "privileged" self. 

never knew what i couldn't.

same for them.

i thought we are not different.

and i guess we were, or no? 

Published by St. Apolis