Sun, 04/10/2016 - 17:57 -- Adee

Freedom to choose

Freedom to lose

It is a thing we all hold dear

It movs up in tiers

Not important in our adolescence but everything in our adulthood

But what if it could

Be stripped away?

Who woud we be? Where would we stand? Where would we lay?

Who would we be other than lost souls?

In search for an identity in order to not be culled

Freedom is our creativity,identity, our everything


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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