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We are loved and cared
groped and beaten

We are asked to love 
all that we are given

We are looked upon 
and stomped to the ground

We are asked to stay
even when we want to leave

We are given a voice
that is never heard

We are given a choice
that is never accepted

And all along the way
we are asked to fly

But how can we fly 
if we are thrust upon a cage

A cage that is bound upon by people
who swore to understand us
and comfort us

When will this end?
When can we fly?

                               - Sruthi Nair



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