I lobbed into the spacious room with officials accompanying me. I was a young little woman, Liberian and humble. I was no longer viewed this way though. The grip of a jaguars hands was given to me by a doctor as I was strapped onto a cot. A cold sweat raced down my petite neck being absorbed by my golden curls. "You choose to support those dirty creatures? May as well become a part of them. The more the merrier" a man'a hysterically tyrannical voice said to me. Rusted tongs approached my face, left and right to the bridge of my pale stout nose. I screamed for absolutely no reason, nobody would save me from the people who are supposed to do right. The system is always that way. The pop of excruciating pain met my healthy fresh socket, swollen from tension. Black. Not knowing what surrounded me. A vortex of anxiety swallowed me. I was numb to the pain now. If you read this, be grateful for the gift of vision you have because for me, there is no going back.
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