Inclusion: The Dream
Inclusion: The Dream Why do you ignore me when I am right here, here and now? Am I no good? Have I no gifts? Nothing worthy to offer you? But to sit inside the box. Inside the box you drew. Inside the box you’ve put me in, and placed me there to stay— so I’ve been placed to stay. My gifts you do not need or want, even though I want to share. My offerings they rot away with each passing day. While I sit inside this box. Inside this box you made. Suppress my gifts, expose them not. Never look within—don’t ever look within. Seems you’d rather keep me inside this box, tucked...
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