To My CellmateLOUD, i screamfrom my lungs, filledwith fire. we areliving in the waste ofbigotryoppressionand still, you choose tosuffocate and burnyour insides.your head is downyour blindfold tightand you won't fight,because you think this dirty roomis all we've got,that if you fought,you'd be silenced(more than you are now).i'm a radical.i'm a danger, yes,because i'm loud;we can only be defeatedif we retreat, if we arequiet.this warwill go onand onand on,but i will fight so thatour daughters have a chance at freedom.so that your daughtersyears from noware not like you.so that the w
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