Like Dust

As ill is said upon me
As slate drips on their lips
As names are stamped on me
And constant degradation laid upon me
Like dust it will rise

As they break their promises
And be not of their word
As they criticize and condemn me
As they judge me by my past
Concentrating me into self-pity
Like dust it will rise
And fade to the oblivion of no return
Because I know who I am
And whose I am



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