
Freedom To Be Me
The judgemental glares
The critical stares
They all think they understand
But how is that possible?
Have they felt a mother's death?
An ache of the stomach
Yearning for a snack--
Of food, meaning
Of life,
Love?
I am not more special than
my neighbor
Secretly, we all search for
happiness
But sometimes we need to be
reminded
that we all want the same thing
To be free.
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