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One of our heart desires is to fly above our heights,
But many have been limited to their depths,
Different circumstances  have bound us down,
And we have been struggling even till dawn.

Our lives is at the mercy of a social authority,
Who will liberate us from this captivity?
We have been debilitated in our attempt to move,
Our situation say we have nothing to prove.

Poverty has sold us into slavery,
Gone are the days when we look bravery,
But ******* has drawn strength out of us,
And now we have been treated unjust like a horse.

We thought education can give us freedom,
But we have been dealt blow in our kingdom,
In ******* we cry for rescue,
Their short comings is not an excuse.

When we are found at a very risk of life,
We count it as an experience in order to survive,
In hard situation we should not give up,
And each time we fall we should rise up.

When my complex soul is shunned,
Should I asked for help from the sun?
But my wings have been cut short by *******,
I gazed into the sky to seek for courage.

We have been feeble as well as dumb,
We have been confined and dumped,
Liberation is the only language of *******,
And will keep fighting until we are salvaged.

I wondered why I couldn't run like them but walk stiff
I realized the day they pushed me off that cliff
That I wasn't born to walk, I was born to fly

I found a flying striper
It minded it’s own business
So I asked my mother what it was

She said it was a bee
And that they could be dangerous
But that they made honey
And that some people kept them

I saw in my head a farm
With nets built into cages
To hold all the stripes
And I wondered if I could get
Used to bees
And
In time
I did

Their stingers are sunk
Deep under my skin

Being forced to ''run away'' because of not having a place to stay almost felt comfortable.
When you can't be comfortable anywhere.
Not with all the many painful things hitting.
Over and over day and night, so many feelings and complicated thinking...
In the end it will all fall into place, I know but it's so hard to function with all these things in the way!

Being forced to run away because of not having a place to stay.
Nothing to lose, all that matters is love and music.
Maybe some day I'll land somewhere and be able to love that.
Love being there, being there with someone and loving with all my being.
But if I can't be living, let me do something that is worth something to the ones I love.
I love how we got through life so far, we have come so far.

I love who you have become, who you've been and just who you are.
But when I look at stupid me, the naive person I had to be I can't help but hate her for all she didn't know.
But I understand why she was like that, I just never knew why it had to be.
Why was my journey so rough?
Why is yours rough too?
Journeys, worries, pain cause it's blurry and you don't know how to get through the smoke.
Am I the devil's toy or joke?

Does the universe hate me?
Can the universe not take me?
Am I feeling to it like I'm feeling right now, how I've been feeling all my life?
The fighting was good and all, very insightfull.
Let me go.

Being forced to run.
Being forced to run away.
Run if you can!
Be happy when you can.
Cause some can't run.
Some are forced to stay.
And what is worse?
Being forced to stay or being forced to run away?

send me away
to a place where i can scream
until my face turns blue
to a place where i have permission
to grieve
to a place where despair is a art
instead of a sin
send me away
for i cannot find that here

Esther Krenzin

Give me nothing
But time
Everything within

  This wanting to be of something
    And there will be neither writing
Nor ending

   For a summer storm

But combined

      And in giving me a required aim
  When there is sound to be found

And creation to pro

  Then the writing will flow
As if out of a struck desert stone
      And swell