Lips become motionless like flies incarcerated in a spider web,
Head wrapped in a plastic bag, I thirsty for a little dose of oxygen,
To regurgitate these words and thoughts caged inside me,
Why should I be branded sacrilegious for unveiling my perspective?
This is just a teaser, I reserve the full poem ✌🏿️✌🏿✌🏿
That’s it, really.
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