Question Is Freedom Speech
My words glide observantly over head
Like fierce hungry birds of prey
They pierce like daggers deep inside
The ears of those way up high
My words are harsh and filled with pain
They watch and ponder with all their shame
Yet they don’t seem to have the might
The force or the strength to fight.
They are meant to free us all who speak
Yet I who uses them don’t feel free
What makes my battle any different
That my words can’t seem to bring me freedom.
What good are the all powerful words
If they can’t heal me or my world.
(Written in 9th grade)
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2014
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