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The Hurricane

What will I do with these feelings, this hurricane inside that must die an inner death?
This hurricane must die an inner death for I will feel the worst for it were it to come out, to scream its way into you.
This hurricane must stay secret because it is a weapon that I can’t use for myself. The code of my enslavement a secret I’m not privy to. Without the code this hurricane will tear my secret identity apart, your perception of me tear my legacy apart. Because I’m not privy to the code of my enslavement. So your perception of me is all I have.


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Musician, Writer, Activist, Mom


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