by Negociante
(Chicago, IL. )
Black hoodie on to conceal myself ,
not really concealing myself from people ,
but from myself.
Ashamed of who I am.
Who I have to be.
You see ,
I have to be what I am,
because for me its not a choice.
Its survival.
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