A Happy Meal

if i could
i would obliterate
your imprint
burned into my brain
taste sensation
wasting a nation
one number
two at a time

if i could
i would
of course escape
to where the places
have no place
faces finally freed
from race

flag down
the long lost me
the one who had yet
to learn to see
the things we cannot choose
to be or not to be

if i did so
what instead would i see
when i look at you
when i look at me
would i taste the liberty
or would my tongue
still betray me

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