I seek validation
In the anonymous
In the cursory embrace
Of a society
Who by its very design
Parries distinction
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What right have I
To speak of instinct
When I force
My prophetic bones
Into the sleeves
Of a disingenuous mold?
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What right have I
To speak when my words,
Masticated
In a communal maw,
Lack the integrity
To illicit change?