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.
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