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Clique At my feet - the foundations that hold the barriers of your elitism. The gaps between the bars, stark in any territory, Offer glimpses of your world; Dancers at your party, their perfect bodies Corseted in the satins and silks that my kind spin, Eat meager suppers of caviar and wine, Pause to pose in the narrow mirrors strung from on high That could never reflect my body scarred from creation, Fitted into the simple cotton shift (The comfort unknown to you). Yet from our wombs New generations Birth the same And under our feet, Deep in the soil, Our ancestor's remains Rot just as qui...
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