I felt the tug, the pull around my own edges,
a worn-out doll that's been through all stages
Living in a world where war is not only overseas,
but on this land where we were meant to be free

I've been caught on the edges of discrimination,
never able to fully understand, leaves stains of frustration
Tangled upon animosity that just won't come out,
soaking up fear and sadness, with no voice to shout

No matter how I try to wash out these marks,
the seams become unraveled and just fall apart
Stabbed on the needles of...