I am a light being turned on in the day. No hand is raised to shield blind eyes. I have a piece of paper worth more than the words written on it. I scream poetry to deaf ears and show my art to the blind. I have jumped through hoops like a circus act and still the crowd thins. We are picked through and discarded like livestock for the perfect herd. Do not stick out, the survival of the fattest wallet is how this world runs and ideas wont pay the bills. I am a light turned off at night. I fade, like a lamp losing oil in its fight against the drowning black.
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