legacy of brokenness
In this cruel world, I stand alone A minority's burden, it's all I've known Discrimination's weight, heavy as stone My existence, a battle to atone The streets are rough, the hate is loud My skin, my name, draws an angry crowd But I refuse to cower, to be bowed I'll rise above, with courage endowed Each step I take, a fight to be free To break the chains, to rewrite the decree My voice, a weapon, my spirit, the key In this cruel world, I'll carve my legacy
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