Freedom is…Complicated

 

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Freedom is complex

It is walking barefoot

When someone else

Is in your shoes

 

Freedom is complicated

It is finding a way to plant your flowers

When the garden

Is closed off

 

Freedom is strange

It is playing the saxophone

Loud in the streets

When your instrument is stolen

 

Freedom is scary

It is telling your mom

That you disagree

When her fist is

Hard and cold

 

Freedom is beautiful

It is painting in a closet

Because the streets

Are we and dark

 

Freedom is pure

Eating a slice of bread

Savoring every bite

Before you are caught

For being poor

 

Freedom is a wave

You never know how big it will get

And once it is there there might be sharks

But you made it to the sea

 

 

 

 

 

 

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