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We’re strangers now, my soul and I,
There is no truth to wonder why,
When all around correctness reigns,
When wrong is right and right’s the same.

We’re strangers now, my soul and I,
We separated years ago,
The last unknown to infiltrate
The ravaged portals of my mind.

I learned the power of words too late,
Sticks and stones didn’t really break my bones,
It was words that tore me asunder,
And words that broke my rosy windows.

Years it took to regain my center,
To align myself to the New morality,
To rewire my brain: New dog, same old tricks,
Or Same old dog, learning New tricks?

Light dawned, the fog lifted enough to reveal,
The truth of what they wanted me to be;
The horror of which I couldn’t reconcile,
Nor remain sedate for very long.

The circle is complete, it seems,
For my soul and I, we’ve been rejoined,
Set free to be me and speak my mind …
The beauty of liberty and justice for all!

Inspiration Monday XXIX ~ Thanks again, BEKINDREWRITE!

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