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Free me
Free to be free
We lost what It might mean to be free
Freedom lost that wasn’t ever had
Mourning the loss of what we were told was bad
Told what it was to be free
Why is it that we as teenagers, we side with something that doesn't even make sense?
Is it because we are curious and learning how to be part of a society that is already in ruins?
She was. A mother of 3. She raised them to be strong, proud children of color though the world told them different.
Her hand looked like elephant’s skin—
rough, wrinkled.
Eyes, elephant wise.
I didn’t view her from one side of a glass
as she sat in her natural habitat,
These generations, so lost in thought.
They go about avoiding life's obligations,
desperately trying to remain uncaught.
Every corner I turn
Seems to offer so much hate
In this world
Why can’t we just stop to appreciate
The good things that
We seem to pass on by
The subtle smiles
The memories that seem to tie
