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It all ends here. 
No longer can I monger 
 in that giant hump, 
Linger, ever linger 
bustled in the bump, 
here is where I part, 
to my all consuming fate, 
Here is when it stops, 
My ability to relate. 
I was able to pretend- part of a 
shuffling progression, 
Gleeful of the riddence of childhood’s 
protection and oppression, 
Meeting all the milestones 
Progressing\dropping back 
Trying all the new things and 
 all the other crap 
But my time has arrived, 
 I knew it would come 
when my casual walk beside them 
 will slow down to the one. 
not part of the medium, no longer near the mean, 
an outlier, an outsider, black in worlds of creme. 
Before-I could pretend-just like them, 
-but it’s ok 
It was chosen 
The way my life could only be 
I’m just breathing in my last breaths, 
of glamorous normalcy. 
I used it well