Hope fuels freedom in our blood

Sitting here
next to me 
is a person 
so
far from free

Swallowing pride
the tears that refused to hide
are not their own
they are generations of tears
more people than we could have known
they do not own
their own selves
not their limbs
flesh
bone

Songs echo
into a light 
where darkness try's to overrule 
to take our hearts
but it can't 
no it can't 
Because somewhere in a past down melody
someone believed that we soon will
all be free 
 



 
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queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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    Separation

    Why does the rain 
    tap on the window
    when you can't feel it?
    Why will it remind you of 
    the dew drops dancing on the grass blades in early spring,
    of August's ocean breeze spraying saltwater in your hair, 

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    Empty

    The person is empty 
    the person with no identity 
    the one with no personality 
    Who doesn't now what yesterday was like or the day before
    Know one seems to know this person anymore 

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  • Poetry

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    Understanding

    Somewhere in my past
    a sunny snow day haunts me
    the serenity 
    Feels too cliche 
    to enjoy
    I remember the glances out of the window
    on a day that finally feels like spring 
    because winter can be long and dark

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