by Negociante
(Chicago, IL. )
Black hoodie on to conceal myself , 
not really concealing myself from people , 
but from myself. 
Ashamed of who I am. 
Who I have to be. 
You see , 
I have to be what I am, 
because for me its not a choice. 
Its survival.
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