When I am no longer here,
I do not care if there will even be
a tombstone with my name on it.
I would like to say that I am not scared
of leaving my words in my wake
but I am witness, as many are,
to how words are becoming the tool of the corrupt
Should I leave flesh and bone
something that carries my signature
to a world that feels like a punishment?
A place where human life is insignificant?
I will be loud
I will kick and scream my way through life
but I will leave silently
No regret, no trace of me
Nothing you can use for your benefit
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