They told me to be quiet
be seen not heard
have no voice.

They rage with guns.
Frothing, angry
about things 
they can’t control.
But they control me.
I must be careful
living, breathing, moving.
A bell jar life
stifling heat
all the heat
searing my soul.

I have a soul
not under their control.
I have a soul

Why are they so angry?
Are they the devil?
Hatred glazes their eyes
for everything/one different.
And I am but one.

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