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Crabs in a Bucket

Daddy would say

they just crabs in a bucket

frightened by another’s inclination

appalled to witness one’s escape

I said, didn’t they know what could be
outside the pail?

opportunities to uplift, succeed, propel
no longer a need to risk my freedom

have my soul for sale

Ain’t you tired of mind’s shackeled cell?

Tired of living in Earth’s standardized

hell?

They said, don’t you fear what could be

out there?

Don’t you shyly shudder with shadowed

sights of despair?

you could fail after giving your all