My heart's the same's my skin,
To the point that I am not cold at all,
Like this pain is common,
Like the acceptance of the status quo,
No matter how severe,
Like there is no power outside of god,
That can make the sun shine and the sky clear,
Like the fear of acting in the wrong way,
Lest the police beat you,
If but there was a jacket thick enough,
To cushion what they do,
But oh the cold,
I'll just have to adapt,
Any more would be uncomfortable,
I was just not raised up to be like that.
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