Expatriate:

a Soldier exiled on to the shoulders of a freedom fighter’s pen,

sketched into the streets of Lon-don

when they were a lil more white

called to duty,

work work work! Boy, work

they repeat harshly, as if I had a choice?

“Im trying”, my eyes look

down down down

trying to find my voice

I am.

trying ? —

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