timetochange
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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
Inception of life is where it all began,
Father imprisoned from illicit dealings,
Mother gone from a sense of healing,
No siblings or role models present,
She decides to make it out on her own,
I grew up in a place, where there are no mountains, cities, or buildings
Instead, every few nights I encountered killings
Dead bodies in the middle of the road, rotten, ran over
Grass,
Once brown and lifeless,
turned green and fresh.
Teachers,
Once solemn and dull,
turned exciting and bright.
Academics,
Once boring and monotone,
turned active and hands on.
