To be free
Can i breathe? , yes
Yes i can
Can i see?, yes
Yes i can
Can i live, no
No i can't
My life is a gift , that i have yet to open
But i'm scared my gift , isn't what i wanted
My happiness is limited
My feeling are shackled
My cuirosity is endless
That's what i feel in this country
The country that's supposed to be FREE
The only freedom i truly have is to breathe
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world