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,



I am not more special than 

my neighbor

Secretly, we all search for 


But sometimes we need to be 


that we all want the same thing

To be free.


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