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a poem about how bs the birth certificate is


Submitted:Mar 29, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


Who am i

birthed to a piece of paper

and compared to plastic

money may freely travel

in leu of debit and credit

yet i am forced to be bound by book

and then again for a flight to book.

can i even count or sign before i am

I grow to know who i am

and now I want myself back

from this pitless black

credit line stripe-

unswiped I am free

but they pin you down

dont you see

they take away your freedom

before you even know your free.





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