I wonder when I die will I find a way to still fly, or will I become intelligent enough to find a way to live two lives?
I wonder when I do cry and my tears fall down upon the earth, will it awaken the land of the dead to make them speak out words?
When my feelings are hurt – I wonder will l act out and yell: f**k the world, and go blow up the twin towers?
In my spare hours locked down – I wonder would I read as much if I was free or would I too be a slave of society walking around blind like the people are today?
I wonder if the words I say are actually heard, felt or are they looked at as normal words people would say to not get killed?
If my blood was spilt, will people cry for me? Would people stand up to fight and even die for me or would the elite trick them too and use me to detain them like they did Martin Luther King?
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