Freedom is a concept I think about often.
A concept I don't really understand.
Yes, we have it.
But it often feels like we don't.
How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?
Trapped in a world that claims I'm free.
Trapped in a world that carves me into pieces.
Trapped in a world where I have to smile, have to be "The Little Ball of Sunshine."
I do try to feel free.
But I just feel trapped.
Posted in response to the challenge Emancipation Proclamation.
I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.
The world above me muted.
The water cooling my skin.
Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.
That miracle.
Oh, how I wish I were underwater.
Girls in fairy tales, are always saved.
Why? Why can't they save themselves?
Why does Cinderella have to marry a prince to get out of her stepfamily's grasp?
Why do Sleeping Beauty and Snow White need a prince to wake them?
If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..
I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.
Plain but not ugly.
I've never been called beautiful.
Beautiful is for people who match some standard.
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