Freedom

momma raised me

raised my voice

daddy fought me

fought my words

 

I never got

to sit down

no dinner time

set in stone

free to roam

though never

far

too many times

I had to get

away

from there and run

into the forest

where treasure is found

slip into my animal skin

instinct of territory; I’ll tear

you apart if you peer into

my kingdom of sheer -

freedom

I am queen, I sing songs

see my people, fat black

shadows, cry UNCLE!

bring your soldiers all of

one and burn down the

houses, build the fortress

of adult hood ’cause I don’t

mind; well, only some

times, come and catch me

bring the butterfly net

I’ll slip off my animal skin ‘n’

watch you mount

curly red hair and blue eyes

in remembrance

 

rest my innocence to sleep

dear, how I miss the ghost of me

　

　

 

Reviews

[trainwreck]

I love the way this piece has a desperation to it.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Emotional piece, great write!

[Atosa]

I feel like a lot of your poems are fast paced, but that could just be that way I read them. And a lot of them remind me of song lyrics. The beginning of this one feels like the lyrics to a rap song, but then it sort of turns into something a lot more different. I like it. Great write!