Years have gone by and I still feel the burning pain of scars inflected by moral whips.
Freedom, yet like steel bars wrapped around me I feel the cold
shackles of rules gagging me to keep quiet. Pinning me to the ground
like a common criminal .
Freedom, but the mere touch of a hand that makes my world feel complete causes me to live in exile. Tearing our flesh apart forcefully with
threatening disgusted stares.
Freedom, but my voice still screams from behind a prison wall created in
their minds, where I remain until eternity. Wishing me away into
Freedom, but I still walk around lifeless, I still walk around voiceless,
our blood still haunts the streets, I still live in fear of my
"masters", freedom but I'm still not my own, I'm owned.
Trapped in the lines you've drawn for me to not walk between. Freedom.
Freedom, when only my hidden half makes me whole. When you break me every day with your one tracked minds.
Freedom, when every day I'm forced to rest in peace. Bidding me
farewell when you tell me who I should have been. Firing bullets when
I'm forced to see who you see.
Freedom, but your definition of freedom is defined only by you. You say
I'm free but I will never be free until you release your fears. Until
the fear of something you know nothing of, releases you. When you are
free, only then will I be allowed freedom.
Freedom does not come with conditions. I can never be free if the sight of my affection shatters your world.
When the lifeless body of stranger hangs because of the jabs you aimlessly throw, that can never be freedom.
When death is the only life I see for me because I live in vain, because
what I feel and I should have felt conflicts my very existence .
When I have nothing worthwhile to say because you hear nothing worth listening to. I'm worthless but not only to you .
How can I ever be free when I'm forced to fight for the rights of a
human as If I'm nothing more than a beast. When will you ever let me be
free. To feel, to live, to laugh, to love? When will you set me free so
that I can finally be me
I pray everyday to be emancipated but you hunt me down with every step I
try to make. Every time I try to break free I'm sentenced to fifty
lashes of ridicule, hate and injustice. You sever my legs so that I know
there's no running away from the truth. I'm not free.
I pray for the day I hold my lover's hand not pull away like reflexes when I feel someone approaching .
I pray for the day I stand beside my lover and not hope that we don't look inappropriately close.
I pray for the day I get to breathe and not feel overwhelmed with the
secrets I'm forced to keep, or the lies I'm forced to speak every time I
try to show who I am.
I pray for the day I get to pray and say "thank you father " and not
whisper in fear," protect me please..." Only then will I be free,
freedom for me will not only be a day.