Today, I am discontent.
I am sat on
like an angry child.
Today, I am losing.
I am of a battle
built in the complex.
Today I am scared.
Though really, of
nothing I can see.
Today, I am beaten
by less than numbers
by faceless giants,
by centuries of old
white
men.
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