duminică, 10 februarie 2013

Liberation at its finest

no gloomy walls,
no chocking air,
no spider web ropes to bind
my hands to my legs-
I'm free and freedom
has no name...
we're all so buried in our own
misguided thoughts
about light and darkness,
scared to let the world go
and find
liberation at its finest...
I'll rip my dress!
I'll cut my hair!
I'll scream and shout and yell!
I'll be the negative
photograph of your prefabricated shell-
know why?
because I'm unwilling to let you shape me
without my consent.
no dark clouds,
no damp eyes,
no misty sounds-
it's a beacon of spring
before winter's dawn...

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