Freedom

The day I turned 16,

I got on my knees, I prayed

To pass my drivers test,

And complete the plans I'd made

 

I wanted to be a man,

no longer under mom's thumb.

I wanted to drive by myself,

But what if I was too dumb?

 

"I got to pass"

I was screaming inside.

I don't want to stay home

I don't want to beg for a ride.

 

And then the voice declared

"Number 22, it's your turn!"

And I got in the car to drive

And my licesne I did earn.

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