One of the Lucky Ones

Born to a generation of limited technology
Scorned by the realization of growing calamity

I'm the first of my kind
Living mentally blind
A pioneer through my annals of time

Hard work is what it took
To live like a storybook
But this concept's now hollow
Taken away by those that don't follow

Robbing all of us whole
As we keep paying the toll
Life quickly becomes static, pragmatic, and dull
Siphoned of all including the soul

But I'm one of the lucky ones

I was not dealt the hardships of war
Merely made poor, something I abhor

Yet still, I'm one of the lucky ones

I was not jailed because of my skin
My gender didn't call the beatings to begin
My sexuality never viewed as a sin
Born a minority with issues within

This culture acceptance came from my appearance
Non-threatening they say allowed for perseverance
No weapon was drawn through my incoherence
No worries to grow about a disappearance.

I was jailed for my ignorance,
Beaten for my arrogance,
It was mostly my own that brought forth past penitence

Not many are given this stance
So let's build a world to give all a fair chance.


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