Freedom
What is being free?
Are we really free?
Or are we set on the illussion the world has built for us?
Are we really free?
Or do we enjoy the invisible shackles that tie us down like convicts?
What is freedom anyway?
Is it being 'given' rights?
Is that wat we call freedom?
Who but God reserves the power to free us?
Are we not all from 1 breath of God- 1 rib of adam?
What is freedom really?
Is the sittin in an office workin for a hot meal later?
Is it paying tax inorder to abide by the law?
What is freedom really?
When we all walk emotionali shackled to one other-
Prisoners of our own thoughts!
What is freedom really?
When love comes with boundaries..
Faith comes with qualifications
Nd hope being only for the new borns?
What is freedom really?
When I sit here writin a poem that may or may not be read
.. Dreaming of things I may never achieve..
What is freedom really?
When prayin to God seems like a duty now..
When speakin your mind can land u in prison-
*ironic how they say we have the right to freedom of expression*
What is freedom really?
Iam just a girl.. In search of freedom within the confinement of my mind ..
Iam just a young woman-
Seeking freedom within the walls of my heart ..
Nd just like you ..
Iam just a mere being-- seeking the true meaning of freedom!
Copyright © Susan Benjamin | Year Posted 2013
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