I do not comprehend the idea that a human being on
this planet hates the space that I occupy.
I occupy a space that is free to move about this planet.
The political climate/fence raises her bars across my path.
I occupy a space that is free to move about this planet.
Arrows fly over and across this threshold; sometimes stinging.
I occupy a space that is free to move about this planet.
There is a wide circle around me where the aroma and atmosphere
bombard my senses with vibrant ideas, feelings, smells and sights.

Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed
 
 
 
 

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