what is it exactly that most people truly desire?

RESPECT?  . . . space to be heard….

and not just tolerat’d? . . .

never to be profil’d or judg’d by a census nationality?

Tell me is it…(oh, i don’t know)

 Acceptance?. . .

room to be all they can be? . . .  Rent-free?. . .

…to not be demoded from high ground to ground zero,

Or perhaps feel they are not living this limit’d life as a has-been solo?. . .

What is it. . . EXACTLY?

When people can address those questions for themselves,
without limits,

without corralling,

without mandates,

without expectations to perform,

without fear or reprisal or condemnation
in this blueblood color code misguided nation?. . .

When people can feel they can finally

breAthe  AIR!

& not choke in limit'd
corporate smoke fill’d
9 to 5 cubicles of poverty?. . .

Only then can humanity run barefoot with dreams of sheer abandon,

Old fears become fossiliz’d fuel. . .

Dreaded doubt turns to victory celebrat’d with wine….

Your limits no longer apply.

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