Short Anorak Poems

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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