Free
I go outside, smell the air.
I know I am free.
From school, from teachers.
I know I am free.
But that awkward moment were you see a teacher outside of school.
I maybe am free.
We talk for whole train ride.
I maybe am free.
But then that teacher leaves, and I arrive to my stop.
I know I am free.
When I arrive home, I hear my family.
I don't feel free?
Copyright © Ricardo Moises | Year Posted 2012
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