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They handcuff me even though they already cut off my hands.

They throw me off a bridge. The bridge is not at fault.

They feed me sand. Now I know the meaning of thirst.

They want to find a weapon, a new weapon, to kill me and they want me alive so they can cuff me.

They want to kill me and they want me alive so they can throw a bridge on me.

I am not unique. They are not special.

I saw the police arrest a boy for riding his bike on a sidewalk.

I saw the mayor at the parade. It’s not important that the mayor was dancing with MC Hammer.

I saw the mayor at Greek Fest is irrelevant.

I saw the police arrest a boy for a guitar case.

I asked for a job. They gave me a library card.

I asked for my mom. They gave me a coupon for a public defender.

I asked for home. They handed me a BART ticket.

I asked for a teacher. They cut off my hands.

I’m so tired this is only the beginning.