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pictures of me
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at a very young age i learned
to fight the wardens of menace,
the jailers of hope and the prisoners of rage,
to slay the merciless and comfort the helpless.
at a very young age i learned
the invading smell of fear,
knew the steady stare of loathing,
and the uncertain step of despair.
at a very young age i learned
that somewhere was a code of conduct for the blindfolded,
a pledge to grief for the downtrodden,
a hint of promise for the faithless,
a veil of lies for the beaten,
and denial to soothe the shameful and angry.
i learned to calculate and judge,
to feel my way and watch from the shadows,
to keep my mouth shut when the outspoken were slain,
and to keep my eyes closed when innocence was raped.
i learned to smile at the lonely
in their desperate search for bounty,
to cry in the dark when the restless raised their bitter fists,
and to carry all the pain that would one day make me Me.
i learned to hide my dreams under my pillow,
make my wishes on sprouting seeds,
live in a world that no-one could see,
and laugh at the giant left holding the key.
at a very young age... how aged was Me!
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