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: 
My community
My country
Our world


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