Poetry

They asked me if I wanted to be free,

Thinking they could grant freedom to me.

Only if they could read or see,

I was always free in poetry.

Once I fought for peace and democracy

Then I strived to break the barriers of society,

Who had decided starving made me pretty

But I was always free in poetry.

My ex-friends, depression, and anxiety

I faced those serpents with bravery.

Finally, I can be ME in poetry,

Cause I was always free in poetry.