Internal monologue
Monday, July 12, 2010
Burn
the paper that has the power.
Burn
the prejudice that has the means.
Burn
the pride that has you tied.
Burn
the idea that you are less.
Burn
the idea that you are best.
Feed the flame, the siren she'll dance, dance, dance!
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