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Held back, held down, restrained. The eternal struggle. Black vs. white. Gay vs. straight. Female vs. male. I wrote this to honor all those who have ever fought with their opposite and won, even if only a bit.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Spiritual - Words: 63 - Published: 12-23-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2454029
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Asphyxia
I feel my bonds –
They restrict my breathing,
And wrap about me,
I must escape…
I feel my bonds –
They twist and tie me,
Crush me, bind me,
Pulling me back…
I feel my bonds –
They strain to hold me,
And cling so tightly,
"Let me go…"
I feel no bonds –
Of words unspoken,
They lie there broken,
And I am free…
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