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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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