A thousand names I own
But they are not my own
Echoes of my cries, mere sounds
My blood sought in every crowd
Wounded to danger, I am
In a home that is not my own
A reminder not to stay
I have been casted away
Shackled by you brother and
Taunted by you sister
Forsaken by you
Though I am connected to you.
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