I will be

What is it we are running from
if not the hatred we see
in one another’s eyes?
What is it we are dying from
if not the weapons we wield
against one another?
Save me, sell me,
make me into something,
someone else,
I will be anyone for you,
anyone but this,
anyone but me.

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