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Free

Freedom

Something we all search for

In a world full of confinement

We search for freedom.

We’ve fought for freedom.

To be able to say,

I am free.

Liberty.

Independence.

Democracy.

 

I am me

My own person

No one owns me

 

But, after years and years of fighting

I still don’t think we’re free

We just follow

We follow

And we think we’re free

 

But the blatant truth is

We are: “a person who is the legal property of another and is forced to obey them.”

We are,

Slaves.

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sahra-maxwell
American
Published
May 13, 2013
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