Forgotten without Freedom
Forgotten are we?
Is this just a blessing that’s going on. . .
Or is this going to stay, after you’re gone?
Is this the last time,
The last time that I will see you.
Or is it the first time that you are actually set free?
Forgotten is you,
The one who was misplaced by many,
Who is not cared for anymore,
The one without a voice,
Without freedom. . .
This is your problem!
Your control is smashed,
Your brain with-out wisdom,
Your head with-out oxygen,
You’re dead inside, with no one to reach out to.
A man inside a woman's body,
A woman inside a man, who can not control his emotions,
Who can't be free, because the monster inside his head is, binding him in strings,
With chains that they can't break free from,
A person who is wounded beyond recognition.
Someone who has tears, cascading down their face,
From too much thinking. . . .
Someone who passed out on the street from exhaustion,
From being chased by a homophobe.
A person is supposed to be free no matter the way they feel,
No matter the way they’re supposed to live,
No matter the voice they speak.
A person is supposed to be free.
Free as a bird without clipped wings. . .
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