It Was One of Those Mornings

Spring had already come, but my mother was still numb, Winter anorak hugging my sweating and suffocating body; Sad inside, but quietly because I was by no means a dumb, Since I claimed to her that the others were free as anybody. Summer time loves my essence, free, liberal and breezy, Wearing t-shirts on the bus to school, a bold statement, To their fundamentalism, so religious, strict and uneasy, About our freedoms, like healthcare, radio and sentiment.