Conditions since birth,
over decades until death,
not only make me
deem myself not worth
inclusion within a team,
trusting not each breath;
in a dream, I see
only the facts beyond lies;
no way to redeem
selfhood from others;
since my original face
is like my brothers,
not lost to disgrace;
conditions are a disguise,
each breath is a choice
beyond reflection
in a mirror without stain;
rest in detection
to gain not obtain
honesty, lost in this voice.
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