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.
When someone is sick, we say they're on Death's doorstep.
But aren't we always?
People always act like we're so far away from death.
But really we're not.
Justice must be served.
The man who shot her must pay the price.
Doesn’t matter if he was scared or not, she didn’t deserve this.
Nobody does.
That man needs to be brought to justice.
Who am I?
I don’t even know anymore.
I’ve shed the person I once was in favor of a new one.
Yet, I’m still that person.
I’m both at once and neither.
So who am I?
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