There’s
a certain
American
expectation
Kicking
in at birth
A
picture of total potential.
And
after that
We’re
all falling
In
fits and starts
Making
ourselves unequal.
So
we cry out
For
another way
To
define the body
That
we won’t ever escape.
Trying
to break
The
damning pattern
We
take risks
Flirting
with raw frontiers.
Catching
a whiff
Of
unburdened purpose
Our
souls fly up
Burning
through imposed atmosphere.
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